Yeah..." Niffty stepped further out. "...it's a good life, isn't it?" "It is." Husk glanced over to Niffty, then reached into his pocket for a smoke. Flicking the lighter, covering the flame overhead, he lit for a drag. "Sometimes it don't feel pretty. But when I think about it... everything. In this hell, what more can I ask for?" Born from my sister's recollection of a particular story that was deleted from wattpad. The story is long gone, but I decided I'd take a spin at what I was imagining for the premise.