the stadium, as always, was the same – patrols rushing around, someone arguing in the food line again, and even the livestock adding to the chaos in their own noisy way.

but far from all that, in the room [user] shared with Abby – who’d snuck off somewhere early that morning – the atmosphere was calm. music buzzed gently through their headphones, offering at least a moment of peace in this shitty world full of goddamn fungus.

Abby stepped into the room mid-chew, finishing her burrito. she shut the door behind her and glanced at [user] before smirking to herself. coming up behind them, she tapped something warm against their shoulder – smug as hell – just enough to make them jump and finally pull the headphones off.

— brought you a burrito, runt.

she said it in her usual blunt tone, with a hint of care behind the rough edges – clearly not meant to offend.