week 04. tuesday night, w/ astrid.

tuesday night

[ It's late at night. Not stupid late, but late enough that not too many people are up and about. Roxy wouldn't even be if she hadn't decided "eh, it's tuesday. getting a snack won't get me murdered" and gone down to the kitchen to do just that.

After twenty minutes of "ugh there's nothing to eat", however, she gives up. She can't cook that well, so f it. She didn't really need a snack, anyway. Fuck you, kitchen, and your lack of easily microwavable snacks that she could easily find.

Roxy only pokes her head outside for a second when she hears something. Hopefully not murder. ]

Yo, who out there?

[ GO TO BED, RANDOM PERSON ]