Jan 5, 2016
“Osborn! You promised me alcohol and clubbing and I’m coming to collect! Get your lanky ass out of that chair and go partying with your body guard!”
@trashprinceharry
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“Osborn! You promised me alcohol and clubbing and I’m coming to collect! Get your lanky ass out of that chair and go partying with your body guard!”
@trashprinceharry
“uck--fuck. Goddamnit, she cou--couldn’t have waited just a little longer could she?” His breathing was heavy, gasps of pain taking the hazy shape of words. Still, he hissed in a sharp breath when he tried to sit up, tried to get off the concrete. That wasn’t as bad though, as when he tried to stand, to stumble, to run because shiny black cars had never meant anything good for him. He didn’t make it one step before he collapsed again.
“Fuck.” It was really very heartfelt.