He does say anything.
Just twinges a brow up.
Who the fuck pissed in
hear breakfast this morning?
( strong, silent type is
getting old. words laced
with irritation as she purses
her lips, turning on her heels
as her brow furrows & her fingers
find themselves busy rustling through
the papers closest to her. )
❝today’s just not my day, okay?❞