* THE LOST VAGABOND

his  hands  twitch  against  the  fabric  of  his  new  backpack.  this  place-  well  it  wasn’t  good.  he  knew  that  he  had  really  fucked  up,  gotten  himself  involved  in  some  dangerous  shit  now.  he  looked  around,  a  feeling  of  dread  rolling  about  like  bile  in  the  bottom  of  his  stomach.  sage  just  knew  that  one  day  his  ‘go-with-the-flow’  attitude  would  land  him  in  trouble... but  now?  on  his  way  home  to  his  husband?  it  was  cruel.  fate  was  cruel. he  looked  up  at  the  ‘moon  motel’  and  hoped  that  whatever  he’d  stumbled  upon  wasn’t  as  bad  as  his  intuition  was  screaming  at  him  it  about.  he  sighed,  looking  down  at  his  map  to  make  sure  he  had  the  right  place. “  i’ll  get  home,  marv.  ”  he  whispered.  “  so  you  ought  to  not  worry.  ”

( transmale. he/him. taurus. ) — I heard that SAGE MUMRIK looks a fuck ton like MILES FRANK, it’s fuckin’ unreal. HE acts a shit ton like SNUFKIN FROM THE MOOMINS. Before everything, they were a WANDERER. The reason this TWENTY-TWO year old won a trip to FINLAND is because they’re WISE, but who gives a flying fuck about those traits? The real reason is that they are NEGLIGENT and that makes for some fuckin’ entertain’ tv. ( byte. 19. he/him. pst)