fightanyways.
𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 , 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 . this was bound to be a m e m o r a b l e experience . regardless of what it brought . he sighs before turning away from the bike he’d been about to hop on , looking at the familiar girl who’d joined him down the alley . hands shift to rest on his hips as she looks down the way at her , tilting his head slightly to the side as he greets her . ‘ well what a SURPRISE , ’ he says wryly .
. . . HA HA HA ❛ YOU KNOW I’M FULL OF THEM, BIRDY BOY BLUE . ❜ blood trickles down her lips, the ally wall is her steadfast. she’s been tossed from a moving car by daddy , not enough room . her left arm is sore, pulsing, broken. her body is littered with ruptured blood-vessels decorating her in pinks, blues, purples; but, OH WICKED THING . . . wicked thing is still laughing ! ( THE JOKE YOU SEE, SHE’S NOT DEAD . )
❛ BE A HERO . . . help a lady in need . ❜
