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I'm kinkshaming you for wearing a super old dead dudes shit as a larping outfit hancock what the fuck
kinkshame hancock. no longer accepting.
“LISTEN, I know ya can’t appreciate the classics like some of us out here can, but y’ain’t gonna go around SHAMIN’ me outta this coat. Thing’s about as personal to me as personal can get, dig? You want me out so bad? PRY ME OUT OF IT.”
“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”
five word sentences.
AND with that, Hancock only follows such a sentence with a sigh that was like the long drag of a cigarette. He could get where the guy was coming from -- Hancock was nothing if not fronting for most of his personal opinions about people; the shit they did, of course, was always up for a quick ( and usually sniped ) opinion -- delivered keenly and without regard for the conflict that may have ensued. But when it came to the personal turmoil of other people? He was, for the most part, QUIET. Unless they were friends, in which case he felt he had the right to say something. TO EXTEND A HAND.
“I GET YA,” He said. “I know it might seem like I ain’t out to talk about people’s feelin’s much, but I consider ya a FRIEND -- anything that happens to ya? I care about. But if I’m trippin’ over some boundary we got goin’ on here... just give me the WORD.”
“HEH, y’know -- you get another one of those scars a’your’s? And ya just might end up lookin’ ‘least half as PRETTY as me.” // @manmakes liked for a starter.
“Hurt me? Barely felt a thing.”
MEME
❛ Is that so. ❜
HIS GAZE CRESTS to Nathan, to the arm hanging limp like a cord snapped from place. A rivulet of crimson, CHERRY JUICE red, chases down the pleat of his sleeve, crowds the seams. Maxson laces his arms to his chest with weight on one hip.
❛ The BULLET in your SHOULDER begs to differ. Go see Knight Captain Cade, initiate. ❜
