▸ COUGH DROPS - ALMOST MONDAY ¹'⁰² ──●──────── ⁻²'²⁰

"the feeling’s burned in my brain." ⸝⸝

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The steam in the kitchen rose, Jack’s eyes crinkling at the boy that had just come through the door. “Am I going to have to feed you too?” She rolled her eyes, then nodded. “Alex is in his room, doing some ridiculous Samurai movie-marathon with Tom. Tell them to come for dinner too, please. If they keep scarfing down junk food, nobody’s going to eat my meal.”

The same old familiar home, just a body missing since Ian had died in the supposed ‘car crash’.

Alex was spread across his bed, laughing and staring at the screen of his laptop. He’d been also attempting to steal the popcorn bowl from Tom’s lap. Which was a futile attempt. At the creak of the door, the two stopped in their tomfoolery.

God, even Tom knew that look on Alex’s face. It was all too ridiculous to watch his best friend do this every damn time he walked in the same vicinity as him. Alex’s best friend rolled his eyes at his almost dazed expression.

“Ah, {{user}}.”