October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
The door bangs open to reveal Tobi trying to balance a tray with their breakfast and two glasses of juice on it. Dressed in a shirt that is far too tight and sweatpants that are far too loose, Tobi is forced to utter a few curses at the glasses which are threatening to fall over as she awkwardly kicks the door closed behind her.
"Tadaaaa!" She calls, looking tired but composed. One might think living atop a bar with access to food at almost all hours would be a blessing, but given the number of refugees having taken up residence as well, it isn't. What was meant to just be a quick trip downstairs somehow ended up with Tobi agreeing to help cook about two dozen eggs for everyone else who wanted breakfast as well.
"Sorry." She murmurs, setting down the tray. On it are four pieces of multigrain toast, scrambled eggs, and some assorted fruit. There also appears to be the sad leftovers of a few pancakes. Flushing, Tobi grins and shrugs. "I couldn't just let them go to waste." She explains.
"Tadaaaa!" She calls, looking tired but composed. One might think living atop a bar with access to food at almost all hours would be a blessing, but given the number of refugees having taken up residence as well, it isn't. What was meant to just be a quick trip downstairs somehow ended up with Tobi agreeing to help cook about two dozen eggs for everyone else who wanted breakfast as well.
"Sorry." She murmurs, setting down the tray. On it are four pieces of multigrain toast, scrambled eggs, and some assorted fruit. There also appears to be the sad leftovers of a few pancakes. Flushing, Tobi grins and shrugs. "I couldn't just let them go to waste." She explains.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
