cityofchampions | (no subject)

[it's late o'clock and some jackass is throwing various pieces of cutlery into a wall of the living area, whistling a jaunty tune.]

Nah.

Right.

[paces around the kitchen again ...]

[finished with putting stuff away, washing his hands]

You could always go hit up Fluffy again.

Could. Just trying to be friendly.

I got that, thanks.

M'going to bed. Have fun with your paddock.

Goodnight.