poison pen letter.

and i’ve been dodging demons as a past time; at this point i'm not even SURE if i'm ALRIGHT !

[growingpaiins]

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( ░ ✗ — @growingpaiins !!

          ‘ you alright there, man ? seem like you’re not … looking too well. ’

          ‘ yeah --- i've just got a bit of an --- upset stomach. ’

[growingpaiins]

starter call !

[growingpaiins]

starters anyone ?

[growingpaiins]

,,,,i've been busy but i'm back,,,,,

[growingpaiins]

[ — &. @tcnights.

      ‘ why the heck do you expect me to make you breakfast ? ’

[growingpaiins]

alright, fam,,, who wants a starter ?

[growingpaiins]

      ‘ i wish i can just----- ’ he pauses. he's not sure what he wants to do. frankly, he's been stuck lately. a black cloud as metaphorically been hanging over him, and he's just been very down. is it obvious ? it's probably obvious. a sigh escapes rex's lips as he looks at them. ‘ i dunno, dear. ’

[growingpaiins]

starter call !

[growingpaiins]

starters anyone ?

[growingpaiins]

· · · ‘ hey, turn on some rancid !! ’ rex yells from across the room, sitting back on the couch as he eyes the other person before shifting towards the record player. he loves rancid. the clawing guitar and ska-tempo makes him ------ calm. most people would be energized, but he's quite the opposite. after a few moments of continued silence, he lets out a sigh before walking towards the record player. ‘ ---do i have to EVERYTHING around here !? ’ he says, pulling out his copy of ...honor is all we know.