Morning Regret (Patty & Albrecht)

It was a beautiful sunny school day. The leaves rustled gently in the breeze in the shining light of the morning. Birds were chirping happily, mingled with the sounds of active school kids participating in outdoor classes and fitness. And Patricia wanted to fucking kill herself. Her eyes cracked open at about 7 then squeezed back shut until her alarm went off closer to 9 and it was fitful sleep for the few hours she tried. The damn sun was shining through her window and getting in her face and it was even harder to get those precious minutes after you through your pillow at the window in frustration. She awoke bleary-eyed to the sound of some dumb pop song she kept meaning to change on her phone, sweaty and with her head pounding at her like usual. That's just kinda how it was when you stayed up drinking til 2 AM most nights. With a painful moan she pulled herself out of bed and began to stumble around her room, conducting her morning ritual which happened to be quite a bit different than most other people's. Before she got the day started she'd brush her teeth but whether it was with toothpaste or Patron was a toss-up depending on how much she didn't give a fuck that day. She shuffled around putting on her pajama pants and a tank top as per the usual, grabbing something to wake her up. Or not, depending on your definition. She had a few packets of "green tea" she made herself, so she took one, a bottle of water, and her cigarettes and made her usual climb out her window, nearly falling flat on her face like was normally the case when you were maybe still drunk in the morning.

Patty looked like a zombie as she made her slow walk toward the bench she liked to sit at to have her morning smoke. Not a lot was going through her mind aside from how everything sucked and morning was stupid, she wasn't even wearing any shoes as she lazily marched her way through the grass and shade of the trees to her typical spot. With her eyes half open she plopped down on one of the shadier benches, looking like a mess as she lit one end and began to puff. Just to keep moving and avoid falling asleep again she'd also take her packet of "green tea" and tear it open, mixing it into her water bottle and shaking it up. Okay, so it was actually green tea, like, what normal people called green tea but she still made it special. Patty liked to cut the tea mix with Xanax and then use a lighter to melt the packet back closed. No ever knew what was up, it looked normal, and she get to get low-key fucked up pretty much whenever she wanted. Breathing a tired sigh she'd lean forward with her knees on her elbows with her cigarette in her mouth, eyes fluttering as they threatened to send her punk ass back to sleep again. Like, she wouldn't really mind but if she didn't start now she wouldn't start until noon and then she'd have to bullshit her way into class and that was NOT going to be fun.

Albrecht was not a fan of school, in fact he'd go as far and state he loathed being there. Every minute there was a minute wasted to someone like him. But he had to admit, it had a rather pretty and calming scenery when it was not clogged with noisy students everywhere. Class 0 was given a break and he had a while before classes resumed, so the Knight figured a little stroll through the now peaceful school grounds were in order. He wandered around alone, deciding to explore the outer side of the campus rather than its long hallways, although the latter reminded him a lot of Helsreach cold and grey hallways at times.

Regardless, while walking, his eyes picked up on a figure. A humanoid one with intense purple hair. One certain person crossed his mind, so he had to check if it was indeed her. It would only take a few steps forward for him to confirm it was indeed Patricia. And she had a cigarette, not something he'd ever do himself or thought people should but at the same time he was perfectly fine in ignoring when people do it. If Helbrecht's tales of the other branches were true, the church might be involved with worse drugs for the sake of pragmatism. So a cigarette is harmless.

"Good morning, Patricia." He spoke, announcing his presence to her. "Did not expect to see you now."

Fucking fucking fuck fucking fuuuuuuuuuuck morning sucked. Why couldn't she just do night school? That'd be pretty rad. At least she had her work program so she could go out and party all night and not get kicked out, like, she'd lose her freakin' mind without it. She entertained just dropping out, like, a lot but she didn't have the option if she wanted to stay out of prison. Endymion was different than Palm Springs, they'd have her ass if she violated parole and pretty damn quick too. It was a total drag, like, she wasn't learning anything, she could just be working. The fuck was she there? Class was bullshit anyway, school never taught you anything about how the real world works. When was she gonna use the history of the American West? Seriously? She wished she could trade it out for like... welding or something. That'd be kinda cool.

Patricia sat limply on her chosen, nodding her head as she faded in and out, not even trying to keep herself awake and hadn't noticed anyone approach her.
"Mmmmmmm...?" She lithely turned her head to see who it was and her tired expression brightened a bit even with her still wavering eyes.
"Oh. Hey *haaaa...aaaaah...* Albrecht," she yawned with a dreamy smile. She pushed herself off the bench and took a few steps forward to give him lazy greeting hug before plopping herself back down on the bench. She yawned again and rubbed her face. Her skin was a little rosier than the last times he'd seen her and her freckles were showing, she didn't really bother putting on makeup before she showered. There wasn't really a point. The freakin' dark circles under her eyes were pretty apparent too.

"Mmmmmm...? *haaaaaaaaaaaa...* ...mmmmmmmyeah, I liver here're somethin'," she yawned to his question, laying herself down. "Just riiiiiiiiight on this bench. 'Cause'm homeless." It was a stupid joke but she had to end it early or else she was gonna fall asleep where she was. She propped herself up on her elbows, the confusion swimming across her tired face as she sucked on her cig.
"Like... shouldn't you be in class or whatever? ...like I'm happy to see you and stuff but you're gonna get yelled at." Patricia really couldn't give too much of a shit of Albrecht skipped class, she did so a lot but he was the type to care probably so she'd at least bring it up. It'd be kinda cool if he was, she'd change plans and just ditch with him if that were the case but she still wanted to know.

Albrecht was surprised at Patricia's current state, she was a bit messy in their first meeting but this time it really looked like she had just gotten out of bed. To him it was less about her lack of make up, he barely cared and the freckles were kinda cute, and more about her current spiritual state. Was she even "there", he wondered. He didn't resist her hug, it was so half assed the German couldn't even bring himself to care. Even in this state she attempted to be playful and joke around, it was almost impressive.

"I'm currently on a short break. Decided to walk around for a while, stopped by to say hi." He spoke, leaning his right shoulder against the tree. His hands went inside his pockets and his eyes remained on Patricia. "Did i come in at a bad time? You seem like you need some sleep." She said she was happy to see him and didn't seem angry at him showing up, so she probably wouldn't mind if he lingered around for a bit longer. For him it was much better than just wandering around until he had to return to class.

Patricia's eyes opened a little wider along with her toothy smile as she sat up fully on the bench.
"Aaawww, you came to see me. That's so *aaaaaa-aaaaaaaaah...* sweeeeet..." she yawned in groggy tones. Not nearly as exciteable as usual but the cheerfulness would resonate from her while she fought against nodding off. So he wasn't skipping, which was kinda lame. Patty was seriously looking for any excuse to not go to school that day, no particular reason other than she'd contracted an acute case of Don't Fuckin' Wanna. Like, education wasn't gonna get her anywhere anyway. The places she'd get hired at wouldn't care if she had a highschool diploma or not considering who you usually saw in those jobs, or they'd be self-managed, and she was like seriously not going to college. That took money and patience she didn't have and student loans were the sanctioned smart-people way of getting in fucking debt for life. If she was gonna spend the rest of her life in debt she'd by a sports car or something. The delinquent often dreamed of just dropping out and doing some kind of trade, like, glass blowing or something.

Patricia floundered around on the bench with half open lids as she answered Albrecht's question.
"Naw, you*aaa...aaaaaaaaah*'re saving me from boredom. 'N falling asleep in public." The more she spoke the more animated she became, shaking off the drowsiness and sitting upright to rub her eyes.
"Mmmmmnnn... I was up 'til like... three? Ish? I *yaaaaah work at a corner shop most nights, my sleep schedule's hella messed up." She popped her cigarette in her mouth to free up both hands to lightly wrap her knuckles on her temples. Okay so like, she needed to wake up now if she was gonna talk to people. The sleepy thug stood and rose her arms above her head, squeezing her eyes shut and rocking on her bare feet as she twisted in a stretch.
"I'm up. I'm up I'm up I'm up," she groaned to herself, releasing her stretch in a sigh. Albrecht was here so she wanted to do something, otherwise she'd just go the hell back to sleep. She had time enough for it. Patty faced the buff boy with her normal amused, grinning face at like, 80% of normal. Not all the way there but there enough to consider herself "up".
"Let's go for a walk," she "asked", ready to start moving and get the day going. The sooner the morning suckfest was over the better.

She appeared pleased that he stopped by to see her, though it was ambiguous if she interpreted as what it was or if she thought he went out just to see her. It would be awkward to touch upon the subject and he could possibly come off as rude so he decided to leave it at that. It also likely harmless, if anything he improved someone's mood, it still puzzled him that she was so happy to be around him though, even ditching her moment of respite to go walk with him.

"3am...? Hm, as long you know your own limits, but be careful with that." Definitely not something healthy to do, but he wasn't there to lecture her on sleeping habits. It was her life after all and he had other concerns. He watched the girl try to rid herself of her sleepiness, stoic in expression. "Are you sure you wanna go for a walk? I wouldn't mind sitting with you, its not like i got much to do either in the break." He could train, but the amount of time he was given would be insufficient for an effective training section, it would be so worthless and meaningless he'd much rather go for a walk alone.

As she'd stand the lanky girl would shake her legs out and roll her neck, rubbing her face on occasion. So mornings totally sucked and she was really bad at getting through them but the motion in her body would wake her up and chug her all the way to afternoon. Like, if she stopped moving she'd probably fall asleep though, but that's what Social Studies was for.
"I know what I'm doing," she complained with a frown, shaking her hair a little to whip the fatigue out of her brain, "Like I work past midnight anyway, not like I get a say. I need the money and a job." It wasn't one she'd personally choose but like it was something to do where she got to talk to the weirdos so it wasn't all bad. She'd really want to be a bartender or something but no place would hire her underage and she had to be honest with her probation officer or she was in for a world of suck since they'd check.

Albrecht would show concern for her wanting to get up and walk around and Patricia would stifle a yawn and get a little more bubbly.
"*Aaa-aaaaah* Then we can talk. Hmmhmm c'mon, walk with me!" The skinny girl grabbed him by the hand and tugged on him as she started to walk in a direction he hadn't come from, only letting go when he resisted or started to follow her. Sitting around and just hanging out was okay but she wanted to do something, it'd get her in a better mood if her body was moving. She ambled with a lazy gait, taking long rounding steps and swaying slightly as she brought her cigarette to her lips and froze.
".....hold on I'll be right back," she rushed, shuffling quickly over to the water bottle she forgot. She half jogged back, smiling at him in acknowledgment and twisting off the cap to drink her "tea". Like, she wasn't worried about getting fucked up around him, it'd take like 30 minutes to kick in anyway. Patty couldn't tell what he wanted though, he did want to sit with her so like he either wanted to just chill and spend time with her or he wanted to talk. Or he wanted her to talk and he'd listen like he usually did. She'd go with the last one, he'd probably start talking when he got the chance to.
"Soooooo... didja have fun the other night?" she asked. She'd already asked him through text but she wanted to hear him, like, say it aloud. And it was a good place to start anyway, she could roll it into something else to talk about.

"Very well. Just don't push yourself too hard. And be careful when going back home, walking alone at night is dangerous." He sighed with a shrug, it was more of a warning for her own good. He couldn't police her sleeping habits, neither he wished to. It was her body and if she wanted to ruin it, that's entirely her issue. There was the issue of safety as well, which neither of them could do much about. He'd just keep taking care of himself, it was what he is good at.

She choose to walk with him over sitting down together near the tree. He nodded before he begun to walk slowly, allowing her to keep up with him in speed and staying close. Though not long after he had to stop and wait for her to get... something. A bottle, it looked shady but he doubted they would get in trouble for that. He simply nodded at her with a weak smile when she returned to his side.

"Yeah it was enjoyable." Her sudden outburst and inappropriate aside, he had a good time with her. However he felt unsure if he should keep going out with her though, she wanted to get closer and he was not interested in that. "This time i didn't get in trouble, neither caused a mess. I don't think they would appreciate another bloodstain on the church's floor." A chuckle escaped him.
"Was it good for you?"

"I'm fiiiiiiine!" reassured Patricia with a smile, "I've been doing this for a few weeks and nothing's happened that I can't handle, like we got robbed once but I freaked'im out! Ahaha, so like, this guy comes in with a baseball cap low over his face right? And he's being really shifty so I think he's gonna shoplift but then he walks up with some Slim Jims and pulls like, a fucking knife out right? And he asks for all the money in the drawer and I just freakin' smiled at'im and said sure dude 'cause like, getting stabbed isn't worth it over $9.87 an hour. Ahahaha he didn't know how to handle it! I just put the money on the counter and he stared at me like I was a some kind of demon or some shit but he took it and ran. I hit the silent alarm though, I'm pretty sure he got caught but I haven't been asked to testify or anything yet so maybe not?" Okay so like, all of that really happened. No joke, no bullshit, but to her it wasn't a big deal but it was interesting as hell. She was scared to death while it was happening but smiling and being friendly was how she dealt with shit so that's probably what kept her from getting cut.

Patricia didn't even consider how telling that story might make Albrecht worried but it was a fun story and she thought of it so she'd thought she'd tell it. To be honest she didn't like it when people worried about her, she could take care of herself perfectly fine. She'd been doing it for a while. And besides, if it came down to it she could've just blown that guy up with her Persona if she was really in trouble or just beat his ass the old fashioned way. Not like he was gonna be as quick, she noticed that she'd been getting A LOT faster since she got Bridgette Bishop. Like, she didn't think normal people could keep up.

She'd been pretty happy that she got him to smile, he seemed like a really serious guy and to get someone like that to smile for just her being there meant a lot. She smiled back with the same intensity as they started to walk and talk about stuff, she kept a pretty slow pace so she like wouldn't fuckin' cut her feet on shit and she wanted to take her time anyway. It made her glad to know that he had fun too, she'd be disappointed if she didn't. Like, it'd kinda suck if he didn't. Patty laughed along with him as she gave him a wry grin.


Like, she thought he was really into being a badass so she thought he'd like the compliment. For a church boy he was really tough, and like, she knew that what people acted like they took pride in. So she was fun and stuff so she liked fun people or when people could just open up and let loose, y'know? Soooooo he probably liked being called tough. She'd cackled loudly when he gave her innuendo she bet he didn't mean to.
"Aaaahahahaha Oooh baby! You really know how to satisfy a girl!" She closed an eye and stuck her tongue out of her mouth playfully as they walked. But she'd drop it quick enough, like he didn't like that kind of shit. Whatever, she'd get him to like it at some point. Raunchy jokes were funny and fuck whoever thought otherwise. She smiled sweetly and tried to be cute instead, he liked it when she was cute.


So she did want to go out again but he probably wouldn't want to, she felt like she was gonna have to start everything with him and a concert was a good idea in her book.

"Uhm..." She went in one of her long rants again, much like the previous times this had happened he would lend an ear. Even thinking on what to say once she was done ranting. It seems like every time she tells him one of those its about her getting in trouble somehow, though this one was completely out of her control, anyone in her position would have get robbed. But only few would smile while doing it, that was amusing. He would probably have pulled Lamina Sanctus on the person if someone pointed a knife at him... Which just proves her assessment that mugging him was a terrible idea. "Amazing, most people would too scared to even move... Glad to hear you got away safe too."

Talking about people attempting to harass him, she made yet another joke about him hurting a would be agressor and getting the church dirty. She really liked saying stuff like that for some reason... Why it was beyond him, maybe she thought it was cool.

"I... don't get in that many fights outside my duties. Not anymore at least." He spoke, his head slightly lowered and there was a hint of melancholy in his voice. But he would not dwell on it. "Gotta behave as a cadet, you know." That should be enough to make her not ask questions.

The girl followed the conversation with innuendos, again. His eyes rolled instinctively but he was not commenting on that. The Forgotten remained with his mouth shut until the subject was changed. Though, what followed was not something he knew much about either, there were the choirs and prayers from Helsreach that he knew and at the revelries they used to play... Metal and Folk, was it? He also tried to bring memories of the songs he'd listen as a kid. There was Punk Rock but those are for rebellious people, there was also that girl... Shakira, if his memory doesn't fail him. Though she'd likely find that later one funny.

"Metal and Rock... though i haven't listened to it in a long time." He rubbed the back of his neck a couple times, unsure and even a bit embarrassed.

"Haha, you're kidding right? Dude I was gonna piss myself! But like, I didn't think I was actually gonna get cut until maybe like 20 minutes later? I dunno, I've always been good at dealing with... like... the crazy stuff that pops up and it's all like holy shit, y'know?" She'd keep walking along with the boy, swinging her arms in a lazy march and enjoying the light conversation. Being quick to pull herself out of the fire was something she'd always been good at no matter what, it was really good to be that way when you tended to half-ass everything you didn't care about. But when it was down to the final minute Patty always saw herself through, didn't have to plan if you just had skill, y'know?

He obviously didn't wanna talk about him fighting and stuff, it wasn't that hard to pick up on. She didn't know why but like some people didn't like fighting. The lanky girl wasn't one of those, fights were exciting sometimes but like sometimes she could take things too far so not always. Patricia reach out and held his hand, or like, wrapped her arm kinda around his if he was being antisocial with them in his fuckin' pockets or whatever. He wouldn't get much else but a sweet smile and an Oh, okay 'cause it kinda wasn't the time for talking even if she wanted to hear him talk about himself a lot more. Like, quiet guys were weird. It's like you can't know what their lives are about, it's super freakin' weird.

The sleepy chick perked up a little bit when Albrecht brought up rock. She could do rock. He'd probably like hard rock or some of the death metal stuff, she knew a few bands. Patty knew a few bands that were playing soon, she actually wanted to go to the Moondrop Sundown one. But they were like, too... ballad...y? Whatever, she had better choices. Kinda odd he didn't listen to music though, like, it was music. Everyone listened to music, it was something ya kinda couldn't get away from.
"Oh cool. Wanna go to a concert sometime? I know this band, Devil Killer, like, they're super heavy but they're openly Christian and junk and have undertones of that stuff so you could probably get your keepers to grant you a pardon," she joked.

Patty shouldn't ask but like, it was tempting. He didn't really talk about himself a lot and being a monastery has to be some kind of interesting so she wanted to hear about it. She also thought she was sounding like a bitch by filling up 100% of the conversation, like, it took two people to talk. She continued to slide her bare feet across the concrete in silence for a few moments before she popped the question.
"Sooo... didja get in trouble a lot...?" Patty was kind of hoping he did, maybe he'd just like, get where she was coming from better.

"Despite being scared you managed to not despair. I think that's something." Fear was a natural reaction, how you acted in the face of it is what made you a coward or courageous. And for a normal person, he would say she had the courage not many would have. Lack of fear was for the mad and insane, perhaps he was threading on that territory already himself. He decided not to dwell on that, not now at least. He wouldn't have time for it anyway, he found his arm being taken by her again. She did something similar when he was taking her back home last time.  He didn't resist but this time he couldn't help but speak about it. "...Why are you doing this?"

The girl seemed to be interested in his musical taste, for some reason or other. Even invited him to a show. He wasn't sure if he should go, after all he had to keep distance from her otherwise she'd kept attempting to get close to him. He shrugged a bit and followed by speaking up briefly.

"Message me the details later, i have to check if my schedule will be free." He decided to not completely turn her down personally, she had been mostly polite to him so far. Doing it through text message was much more impersonal so it should be easier.

Another subject she seemed quite interested in was if he got in trouble in his previous life. He pondered for a bit, in a way he did had a fair share of trouble, as a kid Astrid would constantly berate him for picking fights and in Helsreach he often lost control of his temper.

"Yeah. I'm quick to anger and as a kid i used to pick a lot of fight with the other kids. I sent a couple of guys to the infirmary when i was studying at church back in Germany... That didn't sit well with staff, of course."

Patty smiled at his compliment. Compliments were nice. She gave'em a lot but didn't get a whole lot back, it was good to know she was appreciated once in a while in some sort of way. She didn't think she was that courageous, more like she did dumb shit and only thought about it later but maybe that was a good thing? But whatever, maybe that was bravery to some people or like... period. She didn't really feel brave or anything. But she'd perk her head up and look at him when he asked her why she was doing this. Like... why what? Why was she doing what? Why was she talking to him? Why was she walking? Patricia was pretty confused.

"Heh, why am I doing what?" she half-teased,


He was like, surprisingly chill and not judgmental. It was weird, like he wasn't that exciting or anything but she still liked being with him. It was like... she was teaching him to chill and enjoy himself and that was fun on its own? Patty didn't really know but she knew she liked spending time with him and that was good enough. And he had strong hands and she wanted to feel his biceps but that didn't count as much. She frowned for a second when he told her "no I'm busy" but quickly collected herself. She could think of other things.
"Oh okay," she spoke, unrelenting as she continued, "Hey, just tell me when you're free, okay? I'm pretty sure I can find another show or like something else for us to do that's not a show, 'kay? Like it sucks having a schedule and stuff but you should get to go do fun stuff too, right? It's not really fair if we have to work stuff out."

Patricia didn't really care what they did, she just wanted to take Albrecht out to do stuff. He seemed like he needed to go out and enjoy himself, y'know? Like, doing the Cadet shit and whatever he does for church has to be stressful. If she were him she'd spend all her free time out drinking or going to clubs because holy shit she'd need to blow off some steam. Just like she thought though he had a dark streak to him, which was kinda weirdly relateable. Like, she didn't try to cause problems either but it just happened a lot of the time. And she was learning more about him so that was cool too.

"Huh, weird. You seem pretty chill to me," she chirped as she continued their march through the quad, "I'm kinda like that too, like you saw me lose my shit once so I mean, I get it. Sometimes stuff just pisses you off, y'know? I got suspended a couple of times for fighting in Freshman and Sophmore year but they were kinda asking for it. I didn't send anyone to the nurse's office or the hospital though but I bloodied this bitch's nose once for callin' me a whore. Like, that shit is seriously not cool, dude. She learned pretty damn quick." Patricia's tone would shift to a little angry herself as she told her story. Fuckin' Chloe. She deserved it, you can't like say the things she said and not expect to get hit. She was lucky Patty decided to stop when she hit the floor. Dumb bitch. But she wasn't going to sit on it for long, quickly moving back to her neutral upbeat attitude. She wanted to ask him more questions while he was still talking about himself.
"So like what were they doing? You were studying and stuff so I bet they were being a buncha jackasses, I really can't freakin' blame you dude."

Her reply was not quite what he wanted, yet in a way it explained why she was getting so close and holding his arm. Admittedly it also disarmed him a bit, it should come as no surprise he was not used to this kind of attention from other people. With his free hand he'd scratch his cheek, there was a faint shade of red forming in his face, he pondered if he should even bother to correct her. Damn, it was a mistake to come talk to her. He'd force a cough while trying to recompose himself and spoke.

"You are holding my hand. Why?" He'd stare at her, neutral in expression again. He couldn't let her take control, even if she was nice she was a woman that was hard to handle and just dragged you into whatever she wants. Just like she wanted to drag him into a concert with her, right at that moment. He should have thought out better his excuse, he still had time to get out of this situation in the future though."...Weekends tend to be a free day. But you never know when duty calls." He can't keep up making excuses forever, sooner or later he'd have to be frank with her.

He groaned a bit, mostly at himself, but decided not to dwell. She'd catch his attention again when she mentioned also having a bad temper. She even told about the time she broke the nose of another girl, considering her outburst at the bar the other day it seemed about right. So like it or not they had that in common.

"Actually, it was my fault. I guess i overdid it during P.E with them, though them taunting me didn't help. I did get into a couple drunken brawls though, this guy from another class was bad mouthing us so i punched him." He paused for a moment to sigh. He was becoming adept at veiling his knight order organization as a regular catholic school.
"I suppose i have been tampering my rage with time. Though the fire remains there."

"Heeheehee~" Patricia giggled a bit when she'd actually got him flustered. She wasn't really trying to but it made him look cute. She always had a weakness for making guys blush like that, it was too adorable. It was like... a lot of guys like Albrecht put up this invincible front and she got to see a different side of them and that was kinda special. The delinquent would grip his arm tighter and pull herself closer to him just to touch his nerves. Until he asked her why she was holding his hand. Patty'd pull back a bit, but like she wasn't gonna let go of him yet. It was... why wouldn't you know?
"Becaaaaauuuuuse I want to?" she teased with a grin, "Like, do you not like holding hands? I mean it feels nice to hold hands, right? Why wouldn't you do it?"

Patty really didn't understand. Why wouldn't he like holding hands? Like she said it felt good to do, it didn't hurt anyone, if you could hold someone's hand why wouldn't you do it? He was seriously odd but that was okay. The weird ones were interesting. She frowned again when he said he was free but didn't really make a commitment. Maybe he was just shy or something. That was okay too, if he didn't want to decide then she'd be the one to do it even if it sounded like he didn't want to go. She bet if he went he'd enjoy himself.
"Okay! Here, let me find something for Saturday..." she chirped, digging into her pockets as a look of realization slowly dawned on her face. Yep. Didn't bring her phone with her.


Patricia smirked at first, plainly happy that he was telling her stuff until she got invested in his story where she frowned along with him.


She'd keep her serious face for a few more moments just looking at Albrecht in some kind of silent agreement about his situation before the goofy grin came back to her face and she pressed herself into him as they walked.
"Haha, I think we're really alike! Like, I mean I try to be nice and like you're really chill and stuff but it's like... people kinda piss us off and we lose our freakin' minds, y'know? Like they're the people who really deserve it too. I kinda don't feel bad half the time. Is that really fucked up?" Patty asked her question sincerely but she wasn't gonna hang on it, she wanted to talk about what they were gonna do together.
"So like... what kind of rock? There's a bunch of different kinds, like there's the heavier screaming stuff and the alternative soft stuff that does acoustic sometimes and ballads and folk and octane and... there's like a lot, aheheh. You remember anything you listened to? I bet I can find something close."