// funniest pqrt ever on this tweet to prove my point, but, i’d like to say that you do notttt need to be stalking me after all these months 😭 do you not have anything better to do 💔 this place is so goddamn funny sometimes
// sometimes i debate becoming involved in this place again and then remember how much some of y’all genuinely, GENUINELY piss me off. god bless the patience some of you others have.
// sometimes i debate becoming involved in this place again and then remember how much some of y’all genuinely, GENUINELY piss me off. god bless the patience some of you others have.
@reikeeko ( It’s also a story that only he really knows. Even Cab doesn’t know the full extent of it all, but he… knows what he needs to. He understands without pushing for more. Good kid. )
It’s hard to explain, and- you… wouldn’t get it.
( No one does. )
You wouldn’t want to.
@reikeeko ( Easing back into his own seat, he shrugs, letting the smoke fill his lungs as he thinks about how to move forward with this. Without causing another wreck and… ruining anything. )
… It’s… kind of a long story…
( It’s really not. But he doesn’t tell short stories. )
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@reikeeko lighter he pulls from his jacket. )
I dunno. Do I really need a reason to be with Century? Baby’s been through a lot lately! She needs me.
( From the back, Cab winces and takes another step back. Reibolt doesn’t meet either of their gazes. )
That’s as good a reason as any.
@reikeeko ( Tossing the now empty can back into the backseat, a clink is heard as it joins the other discarded containers. )
Secondly, I’m here, ‘cause…
( … )
( He trails off, as if thinking of an answer. He eventually settles on taking out another cigarette, lighting it with a
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@reikeeko ( Century, against all odds, looks as well-repaired as she could possibly be. Rough around the edges, but actually functional again! Nothing too bad. Nothing broken. Nothing lost. Nothing gone for good. )
( Reibolt, on the other hand, could pass as a wreck himself. )
@reikeeko Shit — hah, heyyy, ‘Keeko! I didn’t know you were comin’, what brings you here?
( Propping an elbow out against the window, he leans his head out the car, resting his cheek in his palm with a lopsided grin. )
Wha’s up?
( He’s drunk. And a mess. More than his own car. )
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