"God, that hurt...noted to self, dont fall out a ten foot high window..."
Peter MaGuire
"Alright, ten on one, liking my odds, which wanna you boys wanna get dropped first?"
The [Roundabout] Renegade.
"Shit...I'm bleeding-
OH AND ITS ON MY JACKET, GREAT!"
"I'm so tired-"
She almost pushed the cup off the table.
"Think I need another cup of tar."
"I'm so tired-"
"Think I need another cup of tar."
She’d laugh.
He chuckles
"Think I need another cup of tar."
He chuckles
Not that she has any reason to judge thus far.
He hums, adjusting his ballcap.
"I like golf, radio dramas, funnel cakes."
He chuckles
"God i need some sleep."
"God i need some sleep."
He hums, adjusting his ballcap.
"I like golf, radio dramas, funnel cakes."
He hums, adjusting his ballcap.
"I like golf, radio dramas, funnel cakes."
"Just a sec, lemme finish this real quick."
"Just a sec, lemme finish this real quick."
He was currently sewing up a rather deep gash.
"Mother fucker."
He growled, before taking another drink of the nearby whiskey.
"Cmon, numb it for god sake."
He muttered, slamming the sewing needle down, taking a momentary break.
"Shit."
He was currently sewing up a rather deep gash.
"Mother fucker."
He growled, before taking another drink of the nearby whiskey.
"Cmon, numb it for god sake."
He muttered, slamming the sewing needle down, taking a momentary break.
"Shit."
Oh this? Nah im fine, ive had worse, you should see the other guy, ha."
He grumbles, sipping his coffee.
"Coffees in the pot...morning by the way."
Oh this? Nah im fine, ive had worse, you should see the other guy, ha."
He grumbles, sipping his coffee.
"Coffees in the pot...morning by the way."
"God i need some sleep."
"God i need some sleep."
——CATE DUNLAP.
product. freak. supe.
minors do not interact. adult themes.
——CATE DUNLAP.
product. freak. supe.
minors do not interact. adult themes.
He was currently sewing up a rather deep gash.
"Mother fucker."
He growled, before taking another drink of the nearby whiskey.
"Cmon, numb it for god sake."
He muttered, slamming the sewing needle down, taking a momentary break.
"Shit."
He was currently sewing up a rather deep gash.
"Mother fucker."
He growled, before taking another drink of the nearby whiskey.
"Cmon, numb it for god sake."
He muttered, slamming the sewing needle down, taking a momentary break.
"Shit."