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“dude. this week has been so wild. like god, the police questioning for shit i don’t do. like okay, if you want to arrest me, arrest me for something i did do. not something i didn’t.” he groaned, rubbing his temples. “like sorry, police, don’t know where the weapons came from. don’t interrogate me, whitey.”
“i’m telling you,” he sighed once again, breath short & patience worn thin from all the explaining he has done for the past two days. “- i have no fucking idea how these ‘weapons’ got in my fucking dorm. i did not have or tamper with any evidence, i was literally there with everyone. i have no clue, jesus fuckin--” he pressed his mouth shut when he noticed his voice picking up an aggressive, loud tone. he didn’t have it in him to be angry, not right now. frustrated and agitated, however? yes. “seriously, if this fucks me over..”
* &. IMESSAGE / OPEN.
damien: this weekend has been so crazy
damien: i thot it was just a dream but i guess not RealityIsABitch amirite
“all of you can stop pretending like you actually cared for tanya. the only thing we should be worrying about is, who killed her. now, this could go both ways. we could pull a scooby doo and try to figure out who killed her, or be like those white teens and wander around looking for something, or someone. maybe, this is just a huge prank. thoughts?”
“dude, this party so wild. it was a MESS from the start because that tanya chick cancelled her party because no one even knew she existed but now she’s D E A D. holy shit, i’m livin’ right now. i took some PICS, wanna see ‘em?”
”you know what i hate? minions. i hate minions. i hate those little yellow fucks. i hate them and their goggles, and i hate their few strands of hair. i hate how they’re everywhere. there’s even minion crocs being sold. i truly don’t think i can live on this earth any longer if i have to see one more minion. it needs to stop.”
“isn’t it funny when you call out somebody for something they did and they legit just curve the fuck out of you? or act like they did no shit and blame it on you? sayin’ you’re the reason why they act this way but nah, you just being ignorant as hell. i get annoyed when they try to act like saints when they’re literally just pussies.” damien rolled his eyes when the last word rolled off his tongue, crossing his arms. “you aren’t being cool, you’re just an idiot,” he ranted.
she’s sitting cross legged in the middle of the park, with all of her work spread out on front of her. it’s a mess, to put it lightly, and areum’s barely gotten through half of it. the sun being out is the only highlight of the day, really. it isn’t until she sees the other that she’s calling out for them any distraction is welcomed, at this point.
