_mothersin:

‘ no, you’re fine. ‘ she hadn’t meant her initial statement to be one of an attacking tone, but she never knew where she stood with ky — his moods, to her, seemed volatile, unpredictable, though she did always seem to be the enemy. she scooped the hell puppy up and stood, scratching the hound’s chin as she turned to face ky. ‘ if you’re thirsty, there’s a bar over there. ‘ she figured alcohol might be an olive branch. ‘ i won’t keep you. i know you’ve better things to do. ‘ 

_{his moods were always unpredictable. they changed quickly – even more so when he was around one’s he had very little interaction with or simply he didn’t trust. to him, it was easier to stay away than try to even establish some sort of general ground between anyone. not to mention it was far less messy.} 

_{still, he never could quite turn down a drink. not when that was all he craved (besides getting out of here) for the moment. ‘i’ve always got better things to do.’ avoiding his family was the most important one … especially these days with how badly he ripped apart any sort of decency between all. ‘just never seem to get around to them.’ no, he should have been working – at least attempting to make the demon he worked for at times happy, but instead… he was avoiding that too.}