Me: I Cant Scroll To The Beginning Fast Enough!!

Me: “I can’t scroll to the beginning fast enough!!”

Ghostie, looking away: “beginning of your smut?”

Me: “no, text messages from when [partner] and I met”

Ghostie: “same thing-“

Me: “Contrary to popular belief I don’t sext, Ghostie.”

Me: “but the T I D D I E S”

Pip-Pip: “I know you like boobs Ehvee, but it’s weird, cus your gay”

(While CPII was playing Yakuza 4 and discovered a dead body)

Ghostie: “Do you know what the Yakuza do?!”

Me: “Do not engage the autistic man in his gay-ass hyperfixiation, you will not win that fight”

CPII: *Obscure giggling*

Me, watching a cutscene of ichiban getting out of jail: “where’s the scruff?”

CPII: “his scruff is gone”

Me, panicking for Ichiban: “HE’S SCRUFFLESS?!”

[Playing Pictionary]

Me: “How come you get to draw penises and I can’t-“

CPII: “That’s a safety pin,”

We were playing on an app called playto! My friend code is cglxy_45

“You walk quietly,” she says, not looking up from her phone.

“I had never noticed it before. It’s just habit I guess.” I shrug, not expecting her observation.

“It’s not a bad thing, I just noticed you don’t make a lot of noise when you walk. I didn’t hear you coming from the kitchen.” She takes a handful of pretzels from the bowl in my hands.

I knew I walked quietly, I just hadn’t ever noticed myself doing it without thinking before. I learned very quickly very young how to go unnoticed. Some of it was because I was up to general mischief as a little kid; some of it was because I remember how angry my parents would be if I got up in the middle of the night for a sip of water and I creaked the wrong floorboard. Now that I’m older and don’t really worry about either of those things. I don’t think about them often.

I learned which types of flooring made the loudest noises, where the creaks in the floorboards were, where the tiles echoed the loudest in the house. I learned to walk on my toes with my heels off the ground, like I was wearing invisible high-heels. I learned when exactly my dad stopped playing video games at night and when my mother would leave the living room for the night. I learned to be a silent walker not because I wanted to, but because I felt like my only option was to stay under my parent’s radar at all times.

I still was silently, without noticing it.