@plaguedheretics fun of people’s music taste. glancing over as he approaches, holding back a laugh. you’re the one still talking to me! you know you can tell me to leave, right? i won’t, but it’s the thought that counts.
@plaguedheretics i didn’t say anything bad about old music, i just asked a simple question. isn’t music subjective anyway? aren’t you being too narrow-minded towards me? head shaking dramatically, tutting as loud as he can. tsk, tsk. not very record shop owner of you, is it? if you’re making —
@burnrenegades eyes roll, inching even closer in an unusual game of chicken, daring the other to back away first. you say that like you’re that much taller than me, pretty boy. last i checked, we’re not that far off. too preoccupied with my big mouth to realise that?
@burnrenegades placating hands rise up, though smug expression remains, head tilting up. is that so? i think you’d miss it though. weren’t you lonely in that cell, all by yourself?
unable to hold back a laugh, lips pressing in an effort to hold back even more at the disgruntled expression on the other’s face. rummaging around pocket for cigarette accompaniment, also thrown his way. why are you quitting? or trying to quit? genuinely curious, watching as —
expression tightens upon withdrawal of beloved killers、pointy brows knitting together whilst cursing under own breath. aish ... such a pain in the ass. bony hands catch carton、fishing solitary death stick out. and nah——this is fine. lighter﹖
nope. if you’re trying to quit, i’m not gonna ruin that progress. teasingly pulling hand back, patting down pockets and innocently blinking up at him. i’m sure i have a lozenge or something. or we could get you a lollipop. you look like a strawberry kind of guy. still, tossing —
reclining back against wall、veined hands burrowed deep in leather pockets. canting skull to cast glance south at seated counterpart、right brow arched. tryin' to quit. though、after tonight﹖ singular mitt extending towards. sure、why not.