NATE
what's the drive in being alive if you don't know who you are?
what's the fun in getting drunk if you can't take it too far?
what's the fun in getting drunk if you can't take it too far?
Voices, from apparently nowhere. He doesn’t have the time, doesn’t have the patience for this, and a sneer curls his lips all but automatically. Bright anger flashes in his eyes, the expression made less serious by the missing eyebrow still growing in, though that doesn’t affect the venom rising on his tongue. Except, it doesn’t come from nowhere.
He would really, really prefer that it had come from nowhere.
It’s not big, as in bigger than him, but it’s still far too big, and he’d knelt, some relic of a life he’d grown out of long ago, a life that keeps coming back to bite him in the ass like this. ”I... am I...” It takes absolutely every ounce of willpower to not flinch away from the leg that touches him. At least his voice is steady, unwavering, somehow.”Am i supposed to ask you for guidance?”
He would really, really prefer that it had come from nowhere.
It’s not big, as in bigger than him, but it’s still far too big, and he’d knelt, some relic of a life he’d grown out of long ago, a life that keeps coming back to bite him in the ass like this. ”I... am I...” It takes absolutely every ounce of willpower to not flinch away from the leg that touches him. At least his voice is steady, unwavering, somehow.”Am i supposed to ask you for guidance?”
i've been wasting all my weekends contemplating
if it's me or the booze that really gets wasted
if it's me or the booze that really gets wasted
