Needle

 “Who... are... Augh!” I proclaimed; that absolute gremlin shoved past me, into my own home!

“Pardon me! What must you identify with? Must you enter my abode without permission from the homeowner? Must you raise your own status through inconveniencing others? Don’t you perceive the lack of sleep you have presented us with? How can you stand yourself! I could’ve needed an extra wink! What if that was the only thing keeping me from death's door? Perhaps our door was made of measly poor people wood? What if our door had fallen? Would you provide payment as repentance? Haven’t you thought of such? HAVEN’T YOU?” I said such without even taking a gasp of breath, perhaps my limitless talents could even provide myself the chance of becoming a rap legend...

“ … Urusai … “He murmured.

“Gah! He’s cringe too!” I conceptualized in my mind.

“うるさい!” He murmured.

He pursued speech in foreign tongues... Perhaps if I delved into the far away crevices of the brain... Perhaps... No! I couldn’t let myself be carried amidst by these ideas! That menace lurched towards my kitchen, that’s where I should lay my concern (in absolute fairness my kitchen was completely idyllic! Old... but well taken cared for! Refinished wood, tiles (With grout of a clean nature) Absolute divinity!) No! I must not... be sidetracked!

He entered my kitchen (Pressing his questionably clean shoes onto tile of complex patterns... urgh... he didn’t bother to remove his feet coverings (The second layer (after socks))

He turned (His hair fluttered with the movement of air he created).

He laid his eyes onto my fridge (White in color, H 70 in, W 35.75, D 34.25 in size).

He lurched toward the handle (of the fridge).

I grabbed his arm.

My hand held firmly onto his forearm. His skin was subtly soft... incredibly soft. His eyes encountered my own, they shimmered, glimmered even. I felt my face flush, his face was much more exemplary than I had once conceived. I wanted to touch him... feel him... be connected... Blood continued to rush throughout my body.

“Uh... heh-heh... Are you... Hungry?

We both sat. At the round table (present in my kitchen) He eagerly scarfed down cookies (needles were baked into them) that (had once) sat before him. Was he starving? I had the sudden urge to care for him... He had potential to live as much more in my mind.

“Who exactly are you?” (I presented the question once again)

“My house is around here.” He muttered

A vague answer, was he shy? He acted in rash ways before... I couldn’t understand him from a single meeting...”

“Your hair, it’s... uh... long.” I muttered

“Eh? I guess?” He lifted a portion of his hair and ran his fingers through. (I wished I was the hair)

Augh! These thoughts had too end! How could I associate with him? He knocks on doors loudly!

We sat in silence, breaking the silence, he turned toward me; our eyes met. Opening his mouth, he...

“Y’know, can we hang out? Wanna be friends?”