Some more? Eh, sure. ouo

Pepper stared blankly at his phone.

“Lightning is coming over… today… to this apartment…” he murmured aloud, then glanced around. The abode was a pit, absolutely a mess since she’d left. Pepper grimaced at the sight.

“Shit… there’s no way in hell I can let her say the place like this! She’ll think I’ve just let myself go and become a hermit like some pathetic little– ….”

He didn’t finish his sentence, considering he had become a hermit and let his apartment fall to ruin.

He groaned audible, and began to haphazardly pluck dirty clothes off the floor.

“The hell is she looking for anyways? If she’d left something of hers here, pretty sure I’d have seen it.” he thought aloud. He had done a thorough cleaning once Lightning had first left, and sure enough he recalled finding neither hide nor hair of her once her possessions were gone. Surely he’d have found something she’d left here by now.

“Watch her come all the way here and not even find it… what a waste of a day…” he grumbled, pausing as he came across a bowl left to the side of the couch. He peered in, gagging when he saw a mold-sheathed mound of food rotting in the pit of the bowl.

“Dammit… maybe it’ll be good for me to clean this place anyways… did I really let it get this messy?”

He sighed and got to work, determined to make his apartment presentable before she arrived. He couldn’t bear the embarrassment of her seeing his pig sty of a living space, even though he supposedly no longer had any reason to give a bother as to what she thought of him or his apartment. Yet… he still wanted to seem put together, like he hadn’t even thought of her since she left.

Pepper glanced at the clock, determining he had at least an hour to transform the complex. With that, he turned on the TV for some background noise and bravely threw the molded food into the sink.

—…..to be continued?

//writing at midnight causes me to write like crap. henceforth this shitty installment//