FREAK ON A LEASH.
πliterate south park new kid / oc
πmvrp / southparkrp.
πn/sfw, dd:dne for themes, language, and humor.
πmdni / mdnf.
πpenned by goblin / g, 21+
#SOUTHPARKRP // #MVRP
No, if he's out busy bothering you that gives him less time to irritate me.
He's no different from my bitch of a mom spouting that "life isn't so bad" bull crap that makes me wanna puke from how delusional they are.
β΄
It's YOUR brother, which means it should be YOUR problem, not mine. Perform a late abortion on him for all I care, but keep that twink asshole away from me!
[The vigilante stops doing his pose and crosses his arms, giving the goth woman an annoyed look]
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( Brims curve further downward at the sight of the vigilante drawing closer. Sucking air in through teeth as one almost knocks over. )
Careful, asshole.
( Tucking ritual book beneath arm, firmly kept in case he were to even think about attempting to snatch it and look β΄
( Howling wind hushes, dancing flames of candles set around the room dying out in an instant as ritual goes disturbed.
Taking a deep, irritated breath sucked in through gritted teeth. Turning head to look back over shoulder at the irritating source of voice. )
β΄
@GRIMLYWORSHIPS Tell your fruity brother to stop being so annoying already and to go fuck off.
I'm tired of his fruity ass lecturing me about the stuff I do.
[He keeps holding the pose, trying to look awesome and intimidating. He's not]
Seriously.α£
You disturb my ritual for this crap.α£
That twerp doesn't listen to me either, always barging into my room and shit, so annoyingπ π π
Like what you're doing right now.
( Taking notice of "cool" [lame, really] poses β΄
trying to establish that with you.α£
I figured someone like you wouldn't wanna go down a sketchy alleyway. I could gut you like a fish and nobody would even know.
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Hypothetically.
Don't piss your pants.
Yeah, you would say that.
( Light glare, onyx hues studying him from head to toe, judging clothing silently within mind.
Typical conformie crap. No style at all whatsoever, meaningless attire.* π )
That doesn't matter now, you already started so what's the point of β΄
( clyde scoffs, shoving both hands into the pockets of his jacket. his eyes briefly follow the trail of smoke. )
i can do whatever i want, dude.
( he shrugs. )
didn't realize i needed your permission to speak to you.