#inseinfreeman

[scratchingatthewalls]

(Sein) “….Wasn’t that in my room?”

Was.

It was in your room, baby boy.

[scratchingatthewalls]

(Sein) Seriously, why do you keep coming around here?

Because it pisses you off, brah.

[ghostlybartender]

*Sein is rummaging around in the condom stash at the bar.*

Hey man. You know you could at least fucking ask me instead of rummaging like some scavenger.

[scratchingatthewalls]

(Sein) Exactly how bad is that weed you still have?

Purty bad.

Less than fifty percent pesticide and insect guts. Guar-an-teed.

[sacramentalflame]

Sein is curled up in the corner of the sofa, shivering slightly despite the blanket he has wrapped around himself.

"Y-You okay?"

[scratchingatthewalls]

(Sein) You're right, no one wants to see that. Put your clothes back on.

C’mon, bruddah, give it a little kiss.

psh

‘s too hot.

[scratchingatthewalls]

(Sein) Gimme your sword.

Nah.

[sacramentalflame]

Izorratzen duzu. At least Peter never lied to me when he said he loved me.

I… never lied to you, I was always honest with you. But you were never honest with me, you kept that hidden from me! If you didn’t love me anymore then you should’ve told me!