I think I left my AirPod case downstairs—and my AirPod died.
The problem is that people are downstairs. Like my older brothers friends and their mothers.
And sure I could go down stairs and hope it’s in my seat, but then I would have to smile awkwardly at the moms.
I could desquise it as me getting more pizza, but then I would seem like a big back.
I still have 2 more hours until they leave.
TwT
Curse you social anxiety.
-Fennec (he/them)