thornsong.

alex takes the can, contemplating for a moment before making it dance across the table and towards him. ❛ howdy spike, ❜ her voice lowers comically, ❛ it’s me andy! won’t you eat my soup so you can grow up big and strong? you haven’t eaten all day and your friend is worried about you! ❜

^{a heavy huff escapes his nostrils  ;    a little twitch prods the corner of an eye.  his eyes graze over to alex, then at the can.   andy’s stupid, dumb face — !   he could punch it if he were really here.    “   don’t ——- don’t do that.  “}