“ it’s ready , karen ! ” colin calls out , before walking into the living room with a plate of apple pie , it was one of his favorites to make . a specialty , even . a big scoop of vanilla ice cream resting on top . he places it on the table in front of karen , a happy smile on his face as he plops beside her , one of his cats immediately going to rest in his lap . “ i added a little more cinnamon this time . i think it’ll be a bit better ! ”
/ my cyberpunk-esque rpg server is now up and running on discord !! it’s oc-based and not affiliated with the game , based off of a fictitious city I co-created a while back :)
if you’re interested , cb and I’ll send you the link for the server <3
Oh , no , not at all ! I was just working on something for an article I’m writing . I probably needed a break anyway , so I guess you’re my saving grace . * Once he presented what he had for her in his hands , the small smile that lifted upwards onto her lips widened just a little more , carefully taking the small bouquet of flowers into her hands . * Oh , Frank , these are so pretty , thank you ! Really , I like them a lot . * Karen took a few steps to the side and opened the door a little more , shifting the flowers in her arms . * Come inside , I’m just gonna put these in some water so they don’t wilt , and then you can have my full attention .
/ sorryyy I needed to edit this hehe
Karen gave a slight nod at his words , clearing her throat to try and keep her voice as steady as she could possibly keep it . “ I see … Can I ask why ? Do they – … ” The woman’s light brows furrowed a little bit during the pause , giving a small shrug . “ Do they make you / feel / something , so you use anger as an outlet … ? ”
The abrupt loud bang that echoed through the room made Karen jump a little , her heart thumping behind her ribcage just as harsh as when he had hit the table . The blonde folded her hands together in her lap , effectively concealing the light shakiness of her unsteady hands . Choosing her next words with caution , she took in a breath and lowered her voice a few levels before asking , “ What , you don’t like my questions … ? ” Her question erred more on the rhetorical side , anxious blue irises trained upon the unhinged man in front of her .
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