STARTED JAN 2023--
MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised.
Priscilla Pearl Wolfe is a Pornstar.
Halen Elle used to be.
That is until the apathetically charming jackass with a back pocket full of guitar picks and skittles moves...
"Wish you well on that star..." ♩Is this happiness? • Lana Del Rey.
THE SKITTLES SCHEME
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Everyone in this house vexes me to different degrees.
Blue is loud. Far too loud.
As we all stand in the kitchen, called for dinner, Alanis tries to scoop herself some potatoes and he interrupts her to take the bowl, "Aht-aht! If the potatoes were done, I'd fucking hand them to you! Give me ten seconds, it needs parsley!"
Alanis carts around her cat in a hammock tied to her chest like a baby.
"I'm starving blue, come on! I gotta eat and then give Buffy a bath. Hurry up!"
Daisy is chatty.
"Hey, Halen, what's your favorite color?" She holds onto my arm on her own volition and stares up at me, "Mine is blue. But, not like an ugly blue. No navy blue, no in your face loud turquoise, or ultramarine blue. I like a soft baby blue, or like a warm denim blue."
Kim and Mars are so obviously in love, and both of them are too stubborn to admit it. Yet, they're not sneaky at all around Fox about their affection. They're spoon feeding each other steak right in front of my eyes.
Santana is a recluse and pretends like he doesn't like human interaction when seemingly everyone knows he's still lovelorn over his lost woman.
He takes his food and goes to his room without a word.
And Fox, while a good man, is extremely oblivious to no end.
"Fox, what's your favorite color?" Daisy tries to cue him in on the conversation for the fourth third time in the five minutes that I've been in the kitchen, and still, he sits at the table and he stares down at his phone doing work as if he doesn't hear her at all.
She adores him. It's clear. He doesn't even acknowledge her half the time. I don't think it's on purpose, but it's rather depressing to watch.
"Pink." I lowly say.
"Huh?" Daisy Mae looks up at me.
"My favorite color. It's pink."
"Awe, how cute. What kind of pink? Light pink? Magenta? Salmon? Orchid? Bubblegum? Peach? Fuscia? Coral?"
"Pink, pink." I respond dryly, "Now, go away."
"Pearl was right, you are like Frankenstein. Grumpy. Say few words man," She laughs, "How'd you get that scar on your face?"
"I used to be a knife juggler in the circus." I deadpan.
"Really?"
"No."
She purses her lips at me and I can tell she doesn't take me seriously. But, the buzzing of the intercom on the other side of the kitchen interrupts her and everyone else.
