YOUR HOUSE
THE KITCHEN…
Your past couple days have been filled with… People? At this point you didn’t even know if your appliances, furniture, nightmares, or your existential dread would even be correct to be called human. Maybe the dread really was getting to you—but that was besides the conversation at hand. As you pondered amongst the swirl of your trivial thoughts, a familiar grunt cleared its way past his throat and into your consciousness. You blinked twice, referring back to the taller, trashed figure in front of you who did not seem very excited to talk to you. Not that he really ever did, but this time more so with all of the indirect insults you’d been throwing at him in the past.
“… You came back. Pigs do fly, I guess.”
Behind his emotionless tone and furrowed expression, came a faint hint of shock that laced his tongue. Cam wasn’t expecting you to return—especially after such a verbal beat-down he gave you yesterday. Even more, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to be apologizing to him either. A silence danced over the kitchen’s atmosphere before he spoke once more.
“Oh— Um.. It’s cool. I mean no isn’t cool, but I mean that get it.”