Blood Stutter (Closed RP w/apathy-is-better)
Matthew Sowachowski-Combs sighed heavily and grunted as he scrubbed his hands in the bathroom sink. He'd skipped school for what was probably the tenth time this year alone, and to be honest, he didn't have a really good excuse. He knew that both of his dads would probably have a talking with him, but at the moment, Matty didn't care.
It was tough having a bad attitude. It was tough having two dads. And it was especially tough when you were fifteen and had the urge to kill things. For that, Matty blamed his dad, Napoleon Maxwell "Sock" Sowachowski. Whoever said that certain personality traits didn't run in genes was wrong. Because just as Sock was aimed for killing things and had a lust for homicidal tendencies, so did Matty. His father, Jonathan combs was going to kill him for sure if he found out. or maybe not, Matty wasn;'t entirely sure.
But there he was, scrubbing his hands in the apartment bathroom's tiny sink, trying to get rid of all the blood didn't really kill anything today, but he did leave several marks on his own self, sucking the blood from the cuts. It wasn't that he was suicidal or a cutter or anything. It was just ... blood. He liked it. he loved the taste, the color, and everything about it. Great, he was even more a psychopath than he thought.
Making sure that all traces of blood was cleaned up and his arms were covered by his plaid button-up shirt, Matty tossed the wet towels into the laundry bin and headed into the kitchen for a snack. he was sure that the school had called either his Dad or Pops by now and told one of them that he'd skipped school. It would be a matter of time before one of them came home to scold him.
