szpilmaus

“Elliot! I uh- you know what? I think I'm hungry. You should ah, make some of your... what do you call it? Canned beans? Lovely job you did there. You should make some, again.” Walton had been awake since hour one of the night, fidgeting and whimpering about nonsense, as he was doing now. Outside, dark clouds had began to form, and the wind that picked up smashed bits of grains of salt against Elliot's small window. With every clap of faraway thunder, the robot would cajole even more erratically. “Walton you know as well as I do you don't eat-” Elliot mumbled from within her nest of pillows and blankets, her voice fa