@havocd // starter
‘ oh my god, jordan. ’ biting down on her bottom lip, suppressing her laughter. these were the days she craved. the days when she could laugh without feeling guilty that her friends ( and co-workers ) killed people. the days where she was with him, not a care in the world. hand shifting closer to his, but not quite laying itself on his ( though it was tempting ). ‘ let me tell you, once, when i was a kid and i almost peed myself. ’












