brckenbnes
* ╰ featuring @richwalker.
“ i’m going to need to pull an all nighter. ” hollowed bones sit among piles of papers, his room once a safe haven now a wreckage. & he wants to ask where he is meant to put all of his debris, the underbelly of his grief sewn in pocket-sized smiles ; he is supposed to be over it. he supposes, that one day he will be able to swallow the graveyard that is overgrown and forgotten between his teeth. “ there’s no other way i can get it done. i might as well give up now. ” & he falls back, curled tresses molding into his pillow, anxiety bitten nail carved into the palms of his hands. “ - you need to leave, you’re going to distract me, i know it. ” & he ignores honeyed desires that pool in his stomach ; syrup sweet.
the crackling of his vape falls in duet with the other’s complaints, and despite the obnoxious cloud he’s just exhaled beginning to surround him, the furrow of his brow is still evident as he leans forward, criss cross applesauce, elbows resting on his knees. their friendship continues to perplex him, the pair so different that richie’s name might as well be devil, but that doesn’t seem to keep him from hanging around. “wah, wah, wah.” he mimics with a playful roll of his eyes that he simply can’t help. richie’s never really been one for school, so of course he’s inclined to agree with the whole i might as well give up now thing, but the proposal of an all nighter is much more enticing. “c’moooon. you can’t kick me out! angel. babe. you wanna stay up all night or not? ‘cause you know if i bounce now you’re gonna pass the fuck out. and you already know i’m way fuckin’ cooler than... whatever the fuck,” he waves a hand dismissively at the papers strewn about before taking another hefty hit.