Oct 17, 2017
unyielding-taskmaster
IT WON’T LET ME MOTHERFUCKIN TAG YOU AT FUCKING ALL. FIX IT.
BLAH BLAH GRAND HIGHBLOOD HERE, BLAH BLAH.
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unyielding-taskmaster
IT WON’T LET ME MOTHERFUCKIN TAG YOU AT FUCKING ALL. FIX IT.
BLAH BLAH GRAND HIGHBLOOD HERE, BLAH BLAH.
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[COORDINATES]
And who might you be?
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☾- What thoughts keep them up at night
"… I’m always scared that I didn’t do right by Dirk and Dave. That there’s something I should’ve done differently, or better, or fuck, I don’t even know. No matter how old they get, I’m never going to stop seeing Dirk and Dave as the toddlers I had to keep quiet at night when the police were sweeping for squatters …"
Oodles of Noodles
Dave straightens his maroon button up shirt and debates a tie before disregarding it. Too formal. He tosses a few pairs of pants around, nervous as how to dress properly for...a date. A date with Zack. His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. God he was acting like a teenage girl. He pulls on a pair of black skinny jeans and a more decent pair of red converse that weren't worn to shreds or stained from the laces to the tongue like his other pairs. He steadies himself as he steps on the transportalizer and hops on over to Zack's place, fixing his hair as he steps off into Zack's living room.
Hummm im bored, anyone wanna rp?))
Surprisingly your room is a mess, though most of it is piled on your bed. Its hard to miss the stray black feathers, larger then a normal sized bird but it doesn't take long to find the source of it all hiding in the pile of clothes, blankets and pillows. Not to mention a few rather shiny objects as well. Given there's a stray arm sticking out from the pile covered partially with scales and the unmistakable black glove.
Dave does a double take and stares in open shock as he reviews the chaos of his room. He steps in silently picking up a few of the feathers curiously and he inches towards the lumpy pile of cotton and puffy pillows and shiny thin--his shiny things... That's going too far. Dave's eyes narrow and he holds back a squawk of displeasure. He stops dead once he sees the glove and crouches down, his wings unfolding from his back and he CAWS loudly.
"It’s alright. I’m here."
Dave sniffles as he presses his face against Zack's chest, nightmare still fresh in his mind.
"...don' leave."
unyielding-taskmaster replied to your post: Took this the day I got outta...
What were ya doing time for? If you don’t mind the question.
It ain't any trouble. I was charged with possession and resisting arrest. Just got out a few months ago. Served my full sentence of 7 years. I'm just glad I'm not on parole.