@prussiaiism
from here (x) OOPS I’M LATE BUT SHHH
Vincenzo looks up from his phone for a fraction of a second, and you can’t tell from beneath the shade of his sunglasses but his eyes crinkle with genuine glee when he snerks at Gilbert’s entire face. It’s felt, though. The smugness.
“You look like shit, my guy.” Says the guy wearing shades that are currently covering the 30% of his face that makeup just can’t help right now. “I really thought your whole face situation couldn’t get worse but I was wrong. Alcohol. Wow.”
He lets his gaze drop back to his oversized phone. His acrylics are making a consistent click-clack noise as he updates around 500,000 strangers (and 35,000 bots) on the happenings of his manufactured social media life.
“There’s carbonara if you can stomach it, but judging by your face, uh, I wouldn’t.”
