Nov 9, 2017
"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."
“There’s nothing you could’ve done to stop it.... its not your fault, Nehemiah...” He whispers.
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"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."
“There’s nothing you could’ve done to stop it.... its not your fault, Nehemiah...” He whispers.
Nehemiah carefully watched Sham, standing off in the kitchen doorway. He had been acting weird, and he just started acting like this out of nowhere. "...Sham, what's up?"
“Oh, nothing... just a little bit of murderous intent, is all.” His grin never fades as he speaks, and frankly... well, it was creepy as all fuck.
Put down that book and sleep.
“Can’t. Gotta finish this...”
"You're so pale."
“Oh, I know. I’ve been pale this entire time.” He chuckled.
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Sham is... curled up tightly, whimpering and shaking like mad, covered in dirt and blood. He just looks... absolutely destroyed both physically and mentally.
"What was that for?!" (I still wanna continue the other one because AHHH but moop)
“Oh, shit, Nehemiah! I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize you were there, I really zoned out...” he mumbled. “Are you alright?”
(aaaaaah SHERLOCK) ' I'll burn you. '
(Yaaaas)
“Fuckin’ come at me, breh!”
(Okay, I couldn't help myself. I mean, It's Rick and Morty. But could it be backwards, so instead of her saying it to Sham, he's saying it to her?) "Well, then get your shit together! Get it all together, and put it in a backpack - all your shit. So it's together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, y'know? Take it to the shit store and sell it. Or put it in the shit museum, I don't care what you do! You just gotta get it together."
“Well then get your shit together! Get it all together, and put it in a backpack - all your shit. So it's together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, y'know? Take it to the shit store and sell it. Or put it in the shit museum, I don't care what you do! You just gotta get it together." Sham growled out, panting softly as all his anger was released in one go, one harsh exclamation.