Category: Existential Disco Dread

“Mine feel loose,” says Doodles, sitting on a bench while bass from the speakers thumps through the floor. “I might fall.”Disco sits next to him. “Would it help if I pulled your laces tighter?”“Sure—thanks.”She tugs up the laces, the leather groaning until she finishes in two crisp knots. “How’s that?”“Better! Thank you, Disco.”“You’re welcome! Ready…