“Did you just go throw up?”
not doing too good starters // x.
—- “Does it look like I did, kid?” The answer was yes.
STRANDS OF HAIR were wayward off his head, both silver and noir hanging loose from the elastic that held the rest together. His lips were twisted downwards, an oddity compared to the usual snide grin – a sort of expression unfitting for the man who wore sarcasm as well as him (for it fit like a glove, it was familiar; it was something he understood and knew how to sport). Visage was no different in the trend, pale and off set; appearing ill as the rest of him.
“– Oi. Quit starin’, I said I’m good.”












