#v: au: seven periods of nap and lunch

[abitofafatass]

"Hey Dexter," Isaac poked his foster brother gently and then jabbed him harshly. "Wake up,"

Grif groaned, attempted to roll over to get away from the annoyance that was trying to pull him out of sleep. When that failed, he balefully opened one eye and peered through the darkness to see a shape looming over him that didnt have his sister’s long flowing hair. “What?” he asked, voice rough with sleep. “Arent you a little old to be having nightmares Isaac?”

[abitofafatass]

❛ as i scan around, this place definitely screams high-tech ; we got like, a couch over there with a couple of cockroaches fuckin’ — ❜

“Fuck off dude, its what I can afford.” Dexter crossed his arms, scowling. “I dont come over to your place and start criticizing how you’ve got your shit set up.” Sure, his shitty apartment wasnt great, but it was his. All his at 15.