week 10 | sunday morning

[jackhole]

[ here we are in break and rhys' hot mess of a room. like for real, it's pretty messy but they're both kind of used to it at this point. rhys is on his bed, knees pulled up to his chest and arms crossed loosely around them while he looks down at an assortment of socks laid in front of him. he seems pretty deep in thought (about those socks). what could he be thinking about?

and break is doing... something else, that i'll let christy take care of but either way, it's kind of quiet here in casa de shady!

of course, this is when there's a knock on their door. ]

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[crazily]

[ Break listens to the conversation attentively, but it also doesn't take long into it before he laughs. It's not a pleasant laugh, since it's short and sharp, and he has a smile on his face to match it. ]

My, it's even worse when you actually hear the whole thing. [ And... probably without Rhys's salt filter. ] What was Miata thinking...? So she's safely locked away in the basement or something like that, and now we get to fend for ourselves?

[ He laughs again, but then shrugs. Somehow, that shrug feels sarcastic. ]

I'm inspired with hope, truly~.

[thebonezone]

[sans absolutely doesn't expect the deluge of bitterness, so he decides to cut in before papyrus tries to defend miata, because he is not here for a morality debate between his sunshine brother and the salt mine. ...as hilarious as that'd be. which is extremely.]

i'm pretty sure we were always fending for ourselves. anyway... the important part to me isn't the lover's quarrel, it's what they said about something going down this week.