called a problem child
cause i got too wild
The words claim one does something fizzy to my chest, finding another place I might fit. I follow him down the hall, trying not to look like I’m about to sprint. First door—oops. Someone’s things. I shut it carefully, cheeks warm. The next door swings open on a room that’s plain as bread and exactly perfect: bed, a basic blanket folded on top, quiet corners, a window.cause i got too wild
I love it.
I turn back to Deimos, suddenly aware that words exist. ”Thank you,” I say brightly. ”Really. I wasn’t sure where I was going to stay. I plan to visit Halo a lot and… having a place that’s mine to come back to—” I tap the doorframe twice. ”That helps.”
I keep my next thought to myself: that I’m looking forward to more time with Damien—training, patrols, whatever excuse passes for reasonable. I file a safer thought on top of it: getting to know Koa better, too, after he’d been so inclusive and kind when I had no idea what I was doing. Familiar faces help.
I straighten, sleeves finally tamed. ”I’m really glad to be here, Warden. What’s first?”
but now that's how i'm getting paid
Theea
