it’s easy for him to spot those who have been beaten by life or by other forces. the sense of darkness muddled with the yearning to know why me ?? that’s what he thrived on. it was fucked up, but it was the root of his power. those backs turned to god were the fronts facing him. and lost souls, those with shattered bits littering their insides, always managed to walk into his bar. it’s easy to put on a warm face and grasp people’s attention. ❝ let me buy you a drink. in exchange for your story. ❞ he’s got a winning smile etched onto his face, and his tone is as genuine as he could be. it’s the understanding of stories that wins him friends. // @toxycant
