[log] sweetheart i think you should let me hold your grudge for you

[rhyfelgri]

Today was a day; Enfys has a home to go to these days (can just see you being right at home on some other planet), but old habits die hard and she inhales her anger on Fred's doorstep, leaning on the doorbell until she gets bored of that and starts knocking. "Mummy, let me in," she says, raising her voice to carry through the wood, "your neighbours

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[photounreal]

He opens the door quick enough, cigarette in one hand, glasses on. "What in the actual fuck. Get inside." Seriously, like he needs a heart attack at his age.

[rhyfelgri]

"It's not mine," she promises instantly, darting in through the open door and for once making a passable effort at not making a worse mess once she's inside.

[photounreal]

"Bathroom," he says, pointing up the stairs like one would a tiny child who's come in covered in mud.

[rhyfelgri]

Enfys responds well to being treated like a tiny child, by which we mean she immediately plays up, shunting her frustrations to one side in favour of playing poor-put-upon-baby. "Can I borrow a shirt? I'm going to have to fucking burn this." ...she's already halfway up the stairs.