alastor sits on the roof of the eleven house, feet dangling dangerously. spruce sits to his left, vinny to theirs.
spruce shivered slightly, leaning closer into forty-seven, pulling vivienne with her.
"are you cold, rosie?" vinny asked quietly, head on spruce's shoulder.
" a bit. " they replied.
alastor wrapped his arms around the two, shifting his focus to the setting sun.
" how's life for you two? " he asked.
" oh, you know! hectic. " vinny said.
spruce looked as if they were trying to figure out just the right thing to say.
" i don't know. " she finally settled on.
" how can you not know? i mean, usually it's either good or bad or just okay or hellish! or or something! " alastor exclaimed.
" i just don't know. " she sighed out.
" but, you have to know! you're just avoiding my-- " alastor pushed.
" leave it alone, alastor. " vinny said, softly. they tapped alastor's knuckles lightly.
" do you think life would be different if we were the last people alive? " vinny asked.
" yeah? they wouldn't be any people after us for sure. " alastor said chuckling.
spruce snickered underneath their breath, and vinny wheezed.
spruce finally got it together enough to say, "not that much different. . . i mean, we don't like people. so, we never go out. i guess getting food would be an issue after a while. "
" makes sense. " vinny and alastor said at the same time.
the three sat like that for a while, just talking. rose fell asleep on them.
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broken zippers
General Fiction; cw: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, abuse, violence, etc. og eleven oneshots
