You are walking through the woods, enjoying your late night walk. Your parents are arguing even at three in the fucking morning, and you just can’t do this rn.

You walk through the woods while smoking a joint, sightly high but not yet, when you suddenly hear a “hey, darling..” coming from the woods.

“..don’t ignore me..” you hear, while Robert stared at you from afar, between bushes. He giggled, speaking again. “..i said look, baby, i don’t like it when you ignore me..”