mellox? | no time | open rp
Driven forward by only the thought of nicotine and cocoa, Mihael’s feet slapped against the pavement. The ticking sound of heels growing louder and louder, echoing through the puddle drenched street, were all he had in his ears.
Always rushing, always running, no time to stop and certainly no time for anyone but him.
Until...
smack.
“For fuck sake, did you leave your brain at home?!”











