❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜
feels silly, feels ridiculous, to be in HIS proximity, an outcast in a sea of THOSE WHO BELONG in the eyes of high power & known name. how easy it would be to look at someone & declare them DEAD in a snap of a finger, if he so pleased -- of course, mommy dearest wouldn’t approve of that. IT WAS ONLY ONE TIME, YOU KNOW ! brow raises & gunnar’s hand tucks in a fist under his chin, propping his head up to show some sort of resemblance to interest -- a blank gaze that isn’t moving that tells otherwise, the long stare at @sometal that gunnar almost forgets to react.
❛ are you always this bad at conversations? ❜ gunnar remarks, a tasteless sigh that escapes long & bore. ❛ you don’t know when to keep trying, do you? ❜ the perfect rich boy persona keeps strong, carefully suggested words that hold a sense of passive aggressiveness -- if you cared to listen close enough. polite in a sense -- & yet, reeks with so much ASSHOLENESS. entitlement, even.
❛ you see, ozzy . . . can’t give up when you have so much to earn, ❜ a pause. gunnar leans in, secretive. ❛ or are you just stuck in this pathetic, miserable life of yours, ozzy? ❜ lips smack together in a thin, a noise that can only be identified as a variation of a tsk coming from grit teeth. ❛ can’t achieve greatness when . . . well. look at you. ❜
