mclaren apologist

I burst in, panting. My face is pallid and beet red in equal measure. Sweat drips from the tip of my nose while I steady myself against the wall. A cut in my leg spills hot wet blood. I’m trying to say something but you can’t make it out through my heaving, you ask me to speak up. I center everything I have to yell it but you’re leaning over me so I just shout in your ear. I say sorry so sorry oh my god and you’re like what did you want and I’m like “No Man’s Skyrim! Yeah No Man’s Skyrim I just thought of it. Is that… is that anything?”

get out this is brilliant