unceremoniously by the heavens. 〝 well、well、well. 〞 he scoffs、grin curving upward lazily. 〝 let me guess——hiding from the cop cars again and came to roll by my lawn、elias? how many times is it this month、huh? 〞
there was something about the weekend night that shifts from chill to a little more——amusing? thrilling? when a familiar face drops at his house fence. something about how he was almost a bottle down when he comes in as if dropped
cursory steps echo through shadow—cloaked alleyway、sirens of cop cars blaring in distance. dead—end. veined mitts grasp pickets of large fence and hoist self up and over to opposing side where he discovers @voguesuite. 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩.
can you pretend you didn’t see how shitty i look just now、@rkyobdy? ugh. (*had to put concealer on eyebags and a bit of blush to bring color to his face.)