TWO THIRTY AM
FUCK EVERYTHING I JUST ATE AN EGG BURRITO AND I AM TRULY ALIIIIIIIIIIVE
The Intervention TangoesJayne's new image of Hanna was one of harsh overhead light and funny faces. Diner lighting and streetlamps weren't often flattering, and the punk just couldn't convey the right facial expression with his mouth full.The Intervention Tangoes by Pumucle
The food rotation this week was Joanne's, something Jayne was willing to accept as a boon, being one of the cleaner lunch carts in Hanna's probably-okay-to-be-seen-with-the-MAN parameters.
Honestly, he would have taken sitting down as a boon, that week. And Hanna seemed quite keen to remind him.
"Someone forgot their face mask last night."
"Forgetting is the problem."
"Ooooh-kay? Be fuckin' mysterious." Hanna clattered into his seat with the usual amount of racket. Jayne wondered sometimes, if he imagined most of the jangling noises that accompanied Hanna's tics as punks went, he was relatively chain-free. "Had to get a badger out of someone's attic. Gran'ma thought it was old aunt