a ๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐ of ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ, i know, will never ๐๐๐๐ away. what ๐๐จ๐ฎ did to ๐๐, i know, said what you ๐๐๐ to say.
โ gesturing to a booth, she leans her weight against her baseball bat covered in barbed wire, watching & waiting for him to move. the expression on her face was blank, practically unreadable. โ
โ white glowing irises trail to a set of doors that lead to vip private rooms and down a flight of stairs. โ in the basement, talking to fawn. have a seat while you wait. could be a while. ๏ฟฌ
[ lit cigarette lands between lips instead of replying right away, flat look giving the other a once โ over. ]
that right. [ confirmation, as he blows smoke out. heโd never get over that. feeling the * burn, again. ] you know where โโ
โ a roll of her eyes, and a simplistic shake of her head. โ donโt worry about that. as far as iโm concerned, you are still welcomed there. just donโt cause trouble.
Well I'm glad somebody likes it.
It seems I get the opposite reaction, or none at all
I like to say I have some pride in it, since I didn't choose this hue to dye my locs like this.