Post by Junkrat on Mar 22, 2017 1:08:10 GMT
Grayson looked over his hands for a moment before glancing back up at her with a bright almost mystified smile, "you could totally do my nails..." He laughed and looked a little embarrassed as he led her into his apartment.
He listened carefully to what kind of music she liked, nodding and looking incredibly attentive as he glanced over at her, "me? Well a lot of like...Really loud heavy metal shit!" He grinned, "the angrier the better!" He chuckled and put a hand on his cheek, "but I'll listen to anything really, I'm not a picky dude!" He would have to try and find something on his radio that she liked, he was sure he'd like it too anyway.
His face grew fond when she spoke and he nodded and looked down, "when I's growin' up out there...I had a place that was barely big enough for me and ma, no working kitchen, no working bathroom, bullet holes all in the windows and walls." He shook his head, "second place was better, livable, but still kind of cramped..." He chuckled as he started pulling ingredients from his cabinets, "it's amazing having space that's just...All mine...I've never had a lot of things that were mine..." He'd never done many things for himself period.
He looked down, "but it's also kind of scary." He admitted as he started to prep things, "because like...I dunno...I'm going to therapy for it starting Monday...But I'm always scared to be in here because I...Guess I'm just waiting for someone to get in and put a bullet in me." He shook his head, "I'm scared all the time still..." It had become much more strikingly apparent that he had a whole collection of strange ticks and habits since living around relatively stable people, "I have a lot of trouble sleeping in here still...Being alone really freaks me out..." He glanced towards the apartment windows, that were covered by this blackout curtains, "sorry to dump..It's heavy just...Feels good to speak.."
He listened carefully to what kind of music she liked, nodding and looking incredibly attentive as he glanced over at her, "me? Well a lot of like...Really loud heavy metal shit!" He grinned, "the angrier the better!" He chuckled and put a hand on his cheek, "but I'll listen to anything really, I'm not a picky dude!" He would have to try and find something on his radio that she liked, he was sure he'd like it too anyway.
His face grew fond when she spoke and he nodded and looked down, "when I's growin' up out there...I had a place that was barely big enough for me and ma, no working kitchen, no working bathroom, bullet holes all in the windows and walls." He shook his head, "second place was better, livable, but still kind of cramped..." He chuckled as he started pulling ingredients from his cabinets, "it's amazing having space that's just...All mine...I've never had a lot of things that were mine..." He'd never done many things for himself period.
He looked down, "but it's also kind of scary." He admitted as he started to prep things, "because like...I dunno...I'm going to therapy for it starting Monday...But I'm always scared to be in here because I...Guess I'm just waiting for someone to get in and put a bullet in me." He shook his head, "I'm scared all the time still..." It had become much more strikingly apparent that he had a whole collection of strange ticks and habits since living around relatively stable people, "I have a lot of trouble sleeping in here still...Being alone really freaks me out..." He glanced towards the apartment windows, that were covered by this blackout curtains, "sorry to dump..It's heavy just...Feels good to speak.."
