Maybe.

But it takes quite a bit to tug on my heartstrings. I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve.

…

Does that expression even make sense? I mean, only the most expensive dresses even have sleeves!

Sure. I declined working tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter when I go to bed.

krastosthegluemaker replied to your post: BRB; tearing house apart

Was the picture back from when you had a cast on your leg? If so, Sweetie gave me a copy of that picture too.

I’d appreciate that, Boscov.

I just… I don’t understand… I had the original in a specific place. Where could it have gone?

Still not sure if I want to go by that.

To each their own.

All parties consenting, of course.

You must be new here.

It was fine until I spent the last three hours looking for that picture…

I just don’t understand it. How could this have happened?

Sweetie drew me this picture once, of Boscov and I… And I can’t find it.

I thought I knew where it was but when I went to look for it…

I just gotta find that picture.

Alright. I’ll catch you later, Strawberry.

I’m here. I’m not going to just up and leave.

But I really gotta lay down. I’m very sore and very tired. You’re welcome to hang around the house if you want.

Strawberry, is something wrong?

I usually sleep after work.

It’s nice to see you, Strawberry!

Just… Let me open the door and set my bags down. I’m real tired today.

No, I’m not inside.

I’m standing right behind you. Can you move? I can’t get the key in the door.

Actually, I haven’t.

I have a passing curiosity about it. About as much as a filly wonders about what the colts bathroom looks like growing up. But then you sneak in once after hours just to see and yeah, it’s a little different, but it’s just a thing.

Either way, I have enough respect for him to not ask or bring it up.

I never said that.

Although… Having a last name would make filling out forms a lot easier…