#rab001

[shriekthelips]

difference is, i'm not a sycophantic suck-up like #002 over there. i have mettle and moxy. i'll last a lot longer than they will - and i won't kiss your ass doing it. why would you cut your fun short, HABIT? - #001

FUNNY,  THIS SOUNDS QUITE A BIT LIKE YOU KISSING ASS RABBIT.  THE FUCK DO YOU TWO EXPECT TO GET OUT OF THIS? A GOOD FUCKING?  SOME ATTENTION?  YOU WON’T GET SHIT OUT OF THIS. 

BUT YEAH,  KEEP HISSING AT EACH OTHER,  IT’S ENTERTAINING AS FUCK 

[most-holy-from-hell-blog]

Amycus was very deeply considering setting her hair on fire. Every time he tried to sit up or move, Alecto snatched him and dragged him back into bed. Really, he felt bad that she felt like shit right now. Sucked to be her. But he couldn’t do anything about it, and if she was really getting a cold like she said she was, he didn’t want to fucking catch it. He smacked her hand when he sat up again, and this time had to wrestle himself out of her grip, effectively falling off the bed and onto the floor in the process.  He ignored her complaining and very quickly left to go find himself breakfast; though really, there wasn’t anything to eat in the house. There was, but nothing Amycus wanted, at least. Did Alecto not eat? In his absence, she seemed to not have ever refilled the pantry. Asshole.  Finding no other solution, Amycus went and got himself dressed to go out to eat. After leaing the house, he considered maybe he should ask someone to eat with him. Apparating to Rab and Barty’s shared flat, he knocked rather loudly on their door. He hoped they were awake, though it was much closer to noon than he figured it was. “Rab?! Barty? Hey, come eat with me!” he considered brunch a more pressing matter than the fact he hadn’t seen either of his friends in over two weeks, How thoughtful.