—Drew Falk. [RP]

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[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

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- Flipped account
- 7+ years writing experience
- Hydra Field Agent [#MarvelRP]
- Ships w/Chemistry

TRIGGER WARNINGS:
- Fits of rage
- Violence
- Possible gore

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

@DoubIeCrossed And THAT, was very likely the worst idea she’s had all day.

The second it lands, the male’s hand shoots up to his cheek, eyes slipping shut in a wince before he turns to glare at the redhead.

“What the fUCK, ‘Rora??”

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

@imteufelsherz + lungs, gazed locked on his friend as his opposite hand began to pull into a fist.

" . . . You mean to tell me that she's /back/, and you weren't planning on telling me?? Spencer, what the /fuck/, dude?? When did you get it back??"

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

@imteufelsherz + since they had last seen the brunette, and it had been six months since Spencer had been in such a horrid mood. As much as he hated to think about it, the bitch was back, and dropping the shirt back on the counter, a deep breath filled his +

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

@imteufelsherz + in confusion. He hadn't seen that shirt in /months/, and pulling it out from behind his friend, he held it up, barely even registering the smell of cigarette smoke on it.

"I thought you lost this. Was it in your car this whole time?"

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

@imteufelsherz + know that?" Having given up on sleeping, the younger male walked next to his friend, intending on grabbing the bottle in order to share a glass with him. However, the second he did, he spotted the shirt behind him, tired features curling up +

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

@imteufelsherz + for Spencer, though.

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

@imteufelsherz + given as he had been /trying/ (and failing) to sleep, that wasn't a surprise. He hadn't been sleeping well in general lately, and the last thing he needed was to stay up any longer than necessary.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to do that +

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

Keep going. She’s on her way to that.

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

No. He’s going back inside before Spencer gets home.

The last thing he needs is for him to find out Aurora needs a new nose, preferably one she doesn’t stick in other people’s business.

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

Does she see that face of hers?
If she wants it to remain like it is, he suggests she shuts up.

/Real/ quick.

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

Trust him, that’s the /last/ thing she wants to do right now.

She just came back, after all.

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

@AGoldenTragedy [TXT: B]

Chinese takeaway it is. Then you’re going home.

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

@AGoldenTragedy [TXT: B]

Dully noted. Where am I taking you after?

[—Drew Falk. [RP] @WreckedRage]

@AGoldenTragedy [TXT: B]

I know the one. I’ll be there in 15.