You tilt your head slightly. “Yeah, it sorta does. I get what you mean. Got a lot of good things going on, yeah? I’m glad. Good vibes are best vibes.”
You blush, grinning at her. “Shooooosh, you silly songbird, you’re too sweet to me.”
“Good vibes are best vibes,” you mimic, bobbing your head like your avian lusus. Still keeping that stupid, goofy smile.
You snort. “Naw, I’m a truth-speaker, yer a goddam good person.”
“Do you have a name?”
“Perhaps. I may have forgotten after all these years of being called “golem.”“
*the monkey is back and he smeared some poop on your hive and left banana peels on the roof
now you know who da monkey is >:3
IW AS WONDERING WHO THAT WAS OMFG
and ! fuck!ng sneezed on my arm
! spent 20 m!nutes on the p!le try!n to peel my eyes open
..She looks damn worse for wear, if it weren’t for the beaming smile, bright enough to make his own casual grin falter. He isn’t sure what to make of the color on her face, but an eyebrow raises. “Nothin’ much. What’s up for you?”
“Goood shit, motherfucker, damn good shit.” You step aside, allowing him room to slip inside your small hut, still keeping that goofy smile stuck on your face.
“C’mon in, man, you ain’t seen the inside of my Nest yet.”
You look somewhat worried; you don’t like when you’re not around to help Elliot. “Well, geez…sorry, El. I wish I would’ve been around to help. Did everything end up alright?”
You shrug. “Alright, I guess. Boring as I always am.”
“Naw, yer alright, man, I’m doin’ pretty goddamn good. I think shit’s finally fallin’ into place, if that makes any sense.”
You frown slightly. “Man, you ain’t borin’, yer the coolest fucker I’ve ever met, yer my goober.”
You’re curious now; something about her expression, though, gives you an aching feeling in your chest. Your smile remains. “Ah…I’m glad you’re okay. I’d ask what happened, but I don’t want you to cry again.”
“He’s good at cheering people up. He’s a good guy.” You shift your weight onto one leg.
You give a loud guffaw. “I probably would! It’s been a long-ass night, man.
“But how you been, goober, what you been doin’ lately?”
You quirk an eyebrow at her. Her face looked a little swollen, like she’d been crying. Why would she have been crying?
“Hee. I’m glad he’s back. I’ll have to say hi to him.” You smile at her, bright teal eyes studying her face. “Are you okay? Do you have allergies or something?”
You wave her worries away, still grinning stupidly. “Naw, I’m alright. Shit, I’m fuckin’ better than alright, I haven’t felt this okay in a long-ass time.”
You shrug helplessly. “I cried a lot tonight, I don’t cry this hard. Not fer a while, at least. Luke’s an ass.” And you say this statement fondly.
hee. i’m fine. i w∀s just checking on you. someone s∀id something h∀ppened.
naw !m alr!ght, !m fuck!ng fantast!c
luke came back
> your face brightens. you beam.
did he?! sweet! how’s he doing?
“He’s doin’ pretty good, his skin got way darker, you believe that? He called it tanning or some shit, I always thought he was tryin’ to skin his damn self or somethin’.” You shrug, sniffling idly, face still a swollen mess.
But your eyes are bloodshot, and you feel damn good, as is seen from the goofy grin on your face.