@januaryfires said: “you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.”
“ woah, woah, woah! back the hell up there, missy! ” to you it was nothing major. some cuts and scrapes to pair along with your typical dishevelled appearance. dirt and mud stain your shorts and button-up shirt, a few tears don your attire. was this not how you appeared on the regular? as if today was any different. you’d come straight from the barrens, enough time spent running from bowers’ gang and just enough time to look like you’ve crawled your way from hell itself.
“ i don’t know what you’re talking about! i’m in tip-top shape. ”










