IT HAD TO BE DONE [&] wt, movie night

[madster]

where stocking would be, you could probably find malphas. a movie night sounded nice, a good distraction to numb his head while he processed his confusing feelings. how felt about stocking, how he had taken up a therapist-type role, how beck had left like a fucking coward... ugh, it all hurt, and he found himself wishing he had his good booze. the problem was that sold it all for drugs for his patients. no boozing it up, he guessed.

he walked over, eyeing the movie. being a cat, he had no idea what the movie was, and honestly didn't care. he sat next to stocking, and aimed to press himself into her. "what? i'm cold," he retorted as he snuggled up to her. "and you're warm. it's science."