May 9, 2020
* ——— @roadtaster.
❝ can you just walk? ❞ a grunt, without it’s usual severity. and still, his nerves hold his chest into a clench - fist vice. cinders collect at the tip of his cigarette, held precariously between forefinger and thumb. without risking a glance back, opposite hand ensnares mike’s wrist into a loose grip, pulling him closer to his side, unwilling to have him fall behind from irritable pouting. ❝ i’m tryin’ to do somethin’ nice for you here. stop whining. ❞