folded like a mockery of a schoolboy in confession.
โ I came here because they think Iโm โdisconnected.โ Unreachable. Dangerous. You know, the usual labels when someone like me doesnโt fake a smile well enough. โ
โ You invite me with complete trust, huh? โ he tilts head slightly. the lighting fractures across his face โ too symmetrical, too polished, like someone rendered a sociopath in high definition.
โ You want honesty? Fine. โ He finally sits โ posture perfect, hands
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โ And what if I ๐๐๐๐๐ ? โ
Kev chuckled back, smiling widely. Only his rules are existing.
โ Nah, youโre going now. โ
Khatchadourian says that with the same nonchalance in the voice.
"Don't fuckin' tell me what to do."
He hisses sharply, his irritation at the other growing within the second.
"I /will/ go when I feel like it."
Gripping the ends of the bandages awkwardly and pulling them tight, tying them into a very rough knot.
โ Yeah, finally. โ
Kevin scoffs, leaning on the wall and burning the man with the gaze. It wasnโt fine at all, but he barely cared. On some little half.
He still knew that in any moment here could appear Celia or even worse Frank and both would have a questions.
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"Finally."
He's not bothering to say thank you as the other brings the first aid kit over, almost snatching it with his good hand as he takes his time with opening it, trying to pretend his wounded arm isn't hurting him as much as it is.
After a few tries, it pops -
โ No, not really. โ
Kev shrugs, going for the firs aid kit and returning.
Slowly, dragging the time, but eventually giving helping thing to the other.
Lip curling in anger as the other /dares/ to say no to him.
He keeps his icey glare on the other boy as leaks on the carpet.
"Do you want me to ruin your fuckin' carpet. Get me a first aid kit. Now."
He goes further in the house without unnecessary words. For now.
โ No one allowed to command in here except me. So be sweetheart, stay quiet until I changed my mind. โ
Kevinโs brows goes slightly up from such impudent behaviour, but he bite his tongue before could say something caustic to the other.
โ Didnโt even had in plans. โ still can't resist sarcasm Khatchadourian.
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(@YOUGAINNOTHING)
Shoving the other out of the way with his shoulder before barging past him, clutching his arm.
"Don't ask."
He snarls, trying to staunch the bleeding from the deep wound.
Thankfully, he's gotten rid of the ghostface costume /before/ he-
"Don't you blame the movies!
Movies don't create ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฌ,
Movies make psychos more ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ !"
https://t.co/Qd4AMQDxNs
ใ I . . could ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ you๏ผ if I really wanted to โโ but why waste my time? You aren't worth it. ใhe shrugs๏ผ emotionless at this moment.
๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ @fleurdettex
The boy sat at the edge of the empty courtyard, one leg slung lazily over the other, a dark-red apple balanced in his palm like it was some kind of challenge. His fingers turned it slowly,
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believe the worldโs going to be kind to you. Thatโs kinda . . . ๐๐๐๐. โ
He smiled โ slow, deliberate, unreadable.
โ Iโm Kevin. You probably donโt want to know me. โ A pause. He tossed the apple up, caught it again with a soft thud in his palm.
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