#jorgjis

[noxji]

N: pls pls pls tell me what u want for dinner

[noxji]

(cont.) :

noir simply blinked at the man’s words, his lips curling into a little scowl, that was an insane thing to say — even for him. maybe it was true though, maybe he was just too much to handle, it wasn’t like he was any easier to be around these days. in fact, he had to manipulate most people nearly to the point of some sort of stockholm syndrome type shit just to get them to stick around. his mind kept flashing through his relationships and his shame kept building, luckily that half assed apology snapped him out of it.

a soft hum filled the silence as george snatched up the joint, he was lowkey pissed but then again when wasn’t he? the world didn’t ever give him EXACTLY what he wanted but he decided he wouldn’t dwell on it, instead he’d take that joint back and suck it down before the other could get another hit— the sprinkles on top was his middle finger being stuck midair between them. a blinding cloud filled the car, coughs boomed behind it, “fuck you!” he giggled while coughing, his eyes losing vision in certain spots when he forgot to breathe in. “change the subject.”