((custom filter; the men of the family- Pip, Dan, Pingu))
I have to buy a black tie.
I dunno what I’m doin’, or what I’m doin’ here. I’m not family. They keep… well, he keeps sayin’, that I’m not family an’ they should sent me home an then Mrs Evans is like he’s more Stitches family than the whole lotta ya put together, an’ Stitch just closes his eyes an’ we hide in the kitchen when they fight an’ pretend we can’t hear them argue about sendin’ me home.
An’ I have to buy a black tie.
I dunno what to say to make it better, how to make it stop hurtin’, an’ he’s so confused. I want to leave, an’ I want to take him with me an’ come back home an’ hide us under our bed an’ be safe an’ far away but I’m just bein’ selfish, I know I’m just bein’ so selfish…
I dunno where you even get black ties…
Funeral on Sunday. Is that right? Is that… a normal amount of time to wait? Seems ages. He’s dead NOW why don’t they put him in the ground NOW? Why they have to keep him in some box in some room? He’ll be there- at the funeral. In a box. I don’t want to see it, I really… I don’t want to see it. What if it’s open casket?
Will he be dressed like he used to? Or will he wear a black tie?
They say Stitch has to read, at the funeral, the oldest an’ the youngest an’ he’s no good at stuff like that an’ they shouldn’t have said it out loud cause he heard it an’ when his mum said he don’t need to it was too late cause he’d already heard it were the right thing ta do so now he’s dead set that he’s got to an’ we’re writin’ it together but I dunno what to write or if I’m meant to correct him, it don’t seem RIGHT to correct him cause it’s from his heart init? Uncensored it should be but he wants my help an’ it’s killin’ me cause I dunno HOW to help.
I don’t even fucking know how to do up ties.
Help me.
Peter x