#i regret to inform you that i have become captivated by the mafia lacrosse books

[novaauster]

It’s like an alarm clock. Beep, beep, beep, says Andrew’s skull, and beep, beep, beep, confirm his eyes, all stagelights and polished smiles and talkshow. Emphasis on the talk, emphasis on the show. Andrew isn’t listening, he’s watching, body jolted out from the drugged sleep it’d fallen backwards into. That’s Riko, onstage, and that’s his voice.

Why do you care, says the drugs.

Beep, beep, beep, says his skull.