@wastedexorcist
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❛❛ Dude, trust me, it’ll be fine. Just trust me on this. ❜❜ He says, lightly elbowing his friend hard enough to make all the crosses he wears jingle. He adjusts the shopping bags he’s holding, platforms almost putting him at eye level with the pseudo-priest. ❛❛ You don’t gotta worry about a thing, they aren’t a prep if that’s what you’re worrying about. ❜❜
Quietly he rolls his eyes as someone crosses the street to avoid them, running a hair through his hair. It was starting to dry finally, so at least he didn’t destroy it bleaching it this time. But looking at all the pink staining his hands made him sigh. He hoped it wouldn’t stay around too too long. He’d worked hard to get it as bright as it is. He does a quick check of all his studs, making sure all the spikes in his mask were still there, then moving to check his collar. ❛❛ Besides, you’re what 6′3″? 6′9″ in platforms? Who in their right fuckin’ mind is going to try shit with you? ❜❜














