walk straight into the bank

when houston was a little girl he had a sweatshirt with annoyingly tight sleeve cuffs and he didn't have the vernacular to say it was a sensory nightmare so he stole one of dallas' lighters and set it on fire

fuck ya bank manager. bing bong

bank they/them-ager*

yeah girlfriend i know there's a cloaker out there. you're the one with the sniper rifle, you fuckin' deal with it. you wanna argue about it? cuz i will literally blow up this meth lab right now with both of us inside. yeah, that's what i thought.

rolled some dice and yeah we're making wolf some flavour of agender now. except he doesn't have the vernacular to describe his feelings and will not be given it, so he's just gonna blanket himself as gay and call it a day