The door creaked shut as Skipper strolled in with raised eyebrows.
"Fisher?"
He turned around, waved and continued packing up his stuff and putting it in his duffel bag. Skipper glanced at him, he picked up his shoes by the door shoe rack, his overcoat at the stand, and his plushie on the sofa.
Was he moving out? She shrugged. It's not her business why should she bother asking? If they broke up again they should sort it out themselves, she has her own problems to deal with. It seems Tirhanna comes and goes whenever she wants now. She doesn't have a specific time or reason for showing up in Skipper's dreams.
Fisher's gaze rested on Skipper and he stared with an unreadable face.
"The fuck're ya looking at fish face?"
He said nothing and continued what he was doing.
"Yeesh and I thought I was the creepy one around here, aye."
She jogged up the stairs and slammed the door loud enough to startle him in the living room.
