"i just realized i know nothing about you."
"there's nothing to know."
"surely theres something. you know i work at a servo and that i'm annoyed by a kid who goes to school with me. all i know about you is basic information. you have a cat and your own apartment, your name is michael, you're in your senior year of highschool..."
"that's literally it. i'm currently sick, if you want a day to day, i have been hunched over in the bathroom puking up everything i've eaten in the past 26 hours. so that's that. never buy servo donuts by the way. nasty stuff."
"gross dude."
"totally, listen, i gotta puke real quick, hang on."
"....you back yet?"
"oh, what? yeah."
"so what else is there to know about you?"
"i actually have two cats. peach -shes tan and orangey red- and plum -shes a calico."
"they sound cute."
"they are. what about you? got any pets?"
"my mum and dad have a dog named molly, she's nice. i'm not much of a pet person. i lean more towards plants. they're not loud."
"i thought i was a plant person too, until my friends cat got pregnant and i got peach and plum."
"oh."
"yup."
"so you've basically raised them. you are the single father."
"i guess. they're still only a couple months old right now, like 8 months old, and my other cat died about a week before i found your number, so i'm still grieving about losing billie joe. he was old. like 16. i literally grew up with him. also never name a pet after a famous person. it causes some heads to turn and some unnecessary panic when something happens to them."
"hmmm, yeah i see your point."
"luke, we should probably get some sleep."
"you think you can? since you're sick and all?"
"yeah i'll be fine. these things happen when you live alone. i'll call you if i need anything."
"please do that michael."
