zephyr
His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
Truth be told, you kind of assumed that Sam had just moved out. He'd talked about it, after all, and when he didn't come back for a few days... well, you figured that was it. Normally you would have hunted him down and made sure his new place was well stocked and set up, but you've had your hands fucking full with helping Vai take care of Torchline and all the fevered idiots who won't stop turning up.
All that to say, you're understandably surprised when he literally crashes into your kitchen, chaos in his wake.
Your first thought is: Oh great, so the looting's begun. Feeling rather too tired and aggravated to deal with that shit, you groan and roll out of your bed, grabbing shorts and the panther paws, a scowl scrunching up your face. Your second thought, as you go down the stairs, is: why the fuck would anyone try to loot the kitchen?
Your final thought is said out loud, your scowl transitioning into a frown. "Red? Th'fuck're you doin', man? It's th'middle of th'night."
All that to say, you're understandably surprised when he literally crashes into your kitchen, chaos in his wake.
Your first thought is: Oh great, so the looting's begun. Feeling rather too tired and aggravated to deal with that shit, you groan and roll out of your bed, grabbing shorts and the panther paws, a scowl scrunching up your face. Your second thought, as you go down the stairs, is: why the fuck would anyone try to loot the kitchen?
Your final thought is said out loud, your scowl transitioning into a frown. "Red? Th'fuck're you doin', man? It's th'middle of th'night."
Past the wondering eyes
of the ones that were left behind
of the ones that were left behind