#undergroundheiir

[secondhandgangster]

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Alex briefly looked up at him before accepting the hand to drag himself up from the ground. "I'm fine. It's just a mood." He denied, casting his eyes back down to the cigarette his his hand. It was undeniably cold and dumb to be hanging around out here. He just hadn't wanted to run into anybody.

[flyingdragonfang]

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“Alright, loser has to go to the store for snacks. First to hit all five bottles wins.”

[deceasedcallenreese]

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Griffin slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry and unfocused so that he had to lethargically blink several times before he could even see the ceiling above him. A thick fog clung to his mind but he couldn’t be deterred by it. It only dragged his thoughts behind his reality like an oversized blanket in the winter. It was a comforting weight all around him. 

His dry lips parted and he shifted just slightly before freezing up. Something felt tight. In his chest, something was pressing down-- or was it his skin shrinking? It almost hurt but the sensation quickly settled back down again once he stilled. Where was he? What was this feeling? He wanted to get up. There was a strange noise like a racing beep. Piercing, he decided idly. It was getting faster. It made him anxious enough to start shifting again as his eyes rolled around to find something he recognized in the little room.

[skippedtheplot]

“There's a better day a-comin', Fair thee well, fair thee well.

In that great a-gettin' up morning, Fair thee well, fair thee well...”

Skip sang a song he knew well from his mama, back when she had more time to spend on him and his late brother. It had always been a nice way to wake up that he missed but it honestly felt good to wake up people he cared about like this, even if he didn’t get it himself often anymore.

Pouring a cup of coffee, he came over to sit on the edge of Ash’s bed and gently rub his shoulder. “Ash, it’s time for coffee. Come on up.”

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