I'm exhausted...But I'm holding on for you...

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I'm exhausted...But I'm holding on for you...
"I wonder if Friend Roz is alright. I have neglected our friendship, and I feel quite guilty for doing so..."
"This dj elsen bitch is about to get stitches." >:U
Babies (laughs)
"W-w-what?! B-b-but we b-barely kn-know each other!" He wheezes loudly, face flushed, brow knitted in confusion. "A-are you under or-orders or s-s-something?"
A Well-Deserved Apology
He crushes another piece of ruined paper, and throws it in the trash.
This is the fifth draft of his apology to Roz for his behaviour, at least - he's lost track - and for once the written word isn't doing Zeke any favours. Anything he tries to write sounds reluctant, ingratiating or both. He sits at his desk, head in hands. If he wants to put this to rest he's going to have to speak to him in person.
He makes his way to the club, in Roz's particular iteration of Zone 3, taking care not to stray too far. This is unknown territory, after all. He enters, looking about nervously for him. This place isn't within his comfort zone by quite a long shot.
Roz in a dress is the best
That's a sexy elsen
Rozy doodle~