#deceasedlaureate

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‘ i don’t want you to get sick. ’  for henry :3

                                       the road sentence prompts                                                                                            @deceasedlaureate    *    open.

>...               The body is a temple;     you recall that brief stint you did in NC’s rehab clinic momentarily,  where most of the steps were of a buddhist practice.  That one line stuck with you,  no matter how hard you were skeezing into the night.   Rockerboys were dime a dozen these days,  which meant the nights were endless with different kind’f possibilities these days.  Something about it was too hard to kick,  and you were the kind of bassist with the right credibilities,  halle-fucking-lujah.   Oh wait,  maybe that was tonight’s cocktail of whatever the fuck in his belly making him feel this type of way.   Brows raised,  he attempts a smile,  leans in and gives the other a loud smack of a cheek kiss just because he felt like it tonight.

    ❛ ❛     Aw thanks,  choom.    ❜ ❜

[cybrpnked]

❝ I’m a man of my word, you know that. ❞ for jack

Cyberpunk 2077 Starters! - ACCEPTING

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It wasn't that Jack didn't know that, it was a matter of MEDIA FOCUS; behind the wild exterior, the untamed image that made out on-stage with the lead singer of the support act, that guitar smashing badboy with a foul mouth, was a business savvy man. Carefully crafted it all was, including his bandmates.

And Kick tended to... stray sometimes.

They all did, sure, but that didn't make it any less frustrating each time. He inhaled a shallow breath before his head shook, peering at his friend from beneath the cover of his brows. Considering the other before he spoke. Choosing his words carefully so's to not cause an argument.

"I know, Kick," He offered a small smile now, head nodding in the brief direction of... nowhere? "THEY aren't too convinced, y'know? Just... promise me you'll dial it in? Just for this month?"