I think the good thing about being dead is that I can do shit. For example, stealing my iPod back out of where they had it stashed in the office. Now I've got my music, and this forever won't be as awful as it already seems.
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I think the good thing about being dead is that I can do shit. For example, stealing my iPod back out of where they had it stashed in the office. Now I've got my music, and this forever won't be as awful as it already seems.
Up /// Dylan and Isaac
Dylan furrowed his eyebrows when he heard footsteps around the corner. He waited a moment, trying to figure out whether they were going away or toward him. If they were walking the opposite way, they'd only run, but if they were walking toward, they'd stop. When he decided they were coming closer, he stepped around the corner and shone his flashlight at the person. He put it down when he saw it was Isaac. "What are you doing, man? I had my officer voice ready and everything."
Fight or Flight || Isaac and Will
Will sighed, rubbing the palms of his hands on his thighs, his pants making his hands burn after a few moments. It was taking way more courage to knock on his door than it was for Will to decide to get up and actually go here. He was so determined, but now he wanted to flee. Fucking hell, do it, stupid ass. He bit his lip and raised his hand to knock. It fell only moments later. This was the third time now.
He huffed at himself and finally just did it before he could think about it. The second he did, he brought his hand back quickly, his throat thick. Shit, he regretted it already. His heart was choking him, the beats rapid and nervous. He shoved his hands in his back pockets and puffed out his chest to try and keep his posture straight, no signs of nervousness clear by his physical state. Besides his tapping foot, which was really just the impatience from being nervous and waiting.
Hey, hi. Uh... Who's Eoin? Kind of just jumped into the questioning, sorry, but I was just wondering. Someone brought him up when I mentioned something about you, you know... us. Of course, I didn't believe them because I mean, I trust you, and I know about all of that gossiping bullshit you said everyone was about. Not leaving you alone, making up rumors and shit. So, I'm just curious. And still really confused. Who is this guy and why did someone tell me that you hooked up with him and shit? I was kind of a little irritated that someone would spew this bullshit at me.
Come get biscuits with me.
Alright. Just let me put on a shirt.