Izzy
I'm happy it's the weekend, because it's late and I would rather be in bed right now, but with every wall I break through, another wall comes up begging to be torn down. I fight through the code until I exhaust myself, laying my face on the keyboard while the reminisce of pizza crust and a coffee mug stare me in the face. Even through all this work, I expected Dimitri to be better company.
He's currently playing with a tennis ball that he hits against the side of the wall, just to have it bounce back toward him so he can throw it again. I finally lose my mind after the endless monotony of the thump, thump, thump noise that he's creating.
I get up and grab the ball, throwing it recklessly into the living room while he gives me a puzzled look like he had no idea that was coming. "You're driving me mad," I hum. "Either help or be silent."
"Easy, Kitten."
"And stop calling me that," I bite.