John Winston.

@AwakeSophie » the sound of the slamming door only made her nod and stare at his dirty spot. ".. Or let me do it.."

@AwakeSophie » unnatural mannerisms. "You best clean up your spot when you're done!" Calls the brunette after waiting for John's return, »

@AwakeSophie » saunter up the stairs. Mimi was rather dumbfounded at his actions, but maybe she was too tired to even accommodate to his »

@AwakeSophie » foot was constantly on the go when tapping, the pace of his consumption quickening when nearing the end—standing to abruptly»

@AwakeSophie » of his empty stomach gave chase to John's eager hands—feeding himself as he had always done since he could remember. John's»

@AwakeSophie » he went walking down, staring into the kitchen where the simplified eggs and toast had been left for him. The gurgle »

@AwakeSophie » far from being too early, as perhaps Mimi herself had slept in as well. The narrow staircase greeted the teenager when »

@AwakeSophie » waking in a fragmented heave to gain a bit of air—rubbing either fixations with a balled fist. The morning.. Afternoon..»Was

@AwakeSophie "John—I've called you three times.. /don't/ ignore me. Breakfast is ready..~" It was an unexpected beginning to a morning, »

@NowhereTom » across at the companion he had gained.. Maybe someone good for his bad morals..

@NowhereTom ".. Same~" He quickly reassured when taking a bite from one of his fried fish tenders—heaving a gentle sigh when staring »

@AwakeSophie » when you make breakfast.."

@AwakeSophie » was poised upon the ashtray—burning away with charkovsky music in the night. "M'going to bed Mimi.. Ring me in the morn' »

@AwakeSophie » still, throughout the house, as it hit when John entered the establishment with Mimi in the living room. A cigarette »

@AwakeSophie » cardiac arrest—after the night he spent in John's room listening to radio comedy the entire evening. It smelt like him »

@AwakeSophie » emotion unless her opinion was involved. Her husband, George, was John's uncle—a great lad who died recently of »

@AwakeSophie » her toast—hues of iridescent sky blue and lips painted as red as the Rose. She was a tough loving woman, never showing much»

@AwakeSophie » formatted to hug her skull. The structure of his face was long with cheekbones as sharp as the knives she used to butter »

@AwakeSophie » the best she could.. She was a meek woman always cladded in black or deep navy blue—short chestnut tendrils that were »