TERRIBLY UPTIGHT!

age.  26 birthplace.   columbia, sc. current time.  7:13 PM. drink you had last.   coffee. every day starts with...  lamenting the fact that i’m awake. face reveal.   lmao no. grossest memory.  getting stuck next to a car accident on the highway.  some guy had his leg, like.. straight-up hanging off horror y/n?  fuck yes it’s all i care about in love?  love is a fake concept. jealous of people.  yeah, i guess. killed someone.  oh definitely. love at first sight or should i walk by again?  walk by and then keep walking. middle name.  isaac. name and nickname.   cole, cybbie. one wish.  to get to a point where i’m actually happy.  place that makes you happy.  anywhere i can be with my friends. question you’re always asked.  what’s wrong with you? reason to smile.  friends and pets. something you miss.  being motivated and carefree. top 3 fictional characters.   chandler bing, mark jefferson, fred jones. underwear color.  various color combinations of plaid / stripes. vacation.   japan.  worst habit.   procrastination. x-rays.  several times.  fun fact, i’m missing part of a bone in both of my feet. favorite food.  fried rice. zodiac sign.  libra.

Tagged by:  @lawyerbro

        ‘  in your–  y-you mean, you want  —–  ? ’   to say he’s flustered would be an understatement.  is this a joke?  a prank?  another bout of situational irony the butler plans to use to humiliate yet another guest?  lips open and close soundlessly as he gapes, open - mouthed, at the man before him, until he straightens himself to his full height and steels what little resolve he can muster.  

         it takes what feels like an eternity to gradually creep closer to him, fingers already twitching with nerves ;  his expression is one of discomfort, unease  ( so, nothing out of the ordinary )  as he draws nearer and nearer, occasionally letting out a sharp, anxious laugh.  he’s close now.  his wide - eyed gaze never leaves Wadsworth’s as he leans down ever so slightly and slowly, shakily, wriggles his fingers into the pocket of the butler’s uniform slacks.  

         his heart’s beating so quickly, he fears he might collapse, so he grabs for the keys and pulls them out into the open, exhaling a ragged breath of relief.  it isn’t until he sees the thin smirk on the other’s lips that his relief gives way to embarrassment, and he shoves the keys into Wadsworth’s awaiting hand before immediately turning away, red - faced. 

           he hates how  accustomed he’s grown to seeing dead bodies over the past hour, how the shock factor seems to have faded into something just short of apathy.  for someone whose entire personality mostly revolved around sheer nerves, he’s found that the evening’s morbid events have worn his mental state thin enough that not even the sight of a 20 - something girl, throat crushed and mottled with fresh bruises, could elicit his normal reaction of immediate panic.  his shoulders ache with a burden he shouldn’t have to carry.  

          at her announcement, he scans the room, brows furrowing above bright blue eyes.  unless Mustard’s taken up military - grade camouflage tactics again, Green can’t quite pinpoint the return she’s talking about  –  that is, of course, until he realizes she could very well be talking about herself.  her ego’s certainly big enough, and for good reason ;  she’s a strikingly beautiful woman, commands everyone’s attention the minute she steps into a room  –  but her current, self - given title has him stumped.  with a quick clear of his throat, he repeats  —–  

       ‘  oh.  uhm–  ’    blue eyes widen at her thinly - veiled threat, tongue briefly darting out to run over dry lips.  for such a tall man, his presence isn’t terribly imposing ;  he seems to shrink under pressure, and the sudden shift in this minute woman’s disposition has certainly caught him off guard.  like everyone locked within these groaning walls, she has secrets buried just beneath the surface, and he imagines that even the slightest provocation might cause her gracious host persona to crumble under the pressure and give way to something much darker.    ‘  i’m–  i’m sorry.  this whole situation’s just got me so worked up.  ’    

           gangly limbs stay locked in place, feet planted rather uncertainly next to yet another fresh corpse.  trembling fingers tighten around the pipe he’d been given, sweat beginning to form across the back of his neck ;  he’s aware of how bad this looks, with the man’s skull scattered in bloodied chunks before him, but all he can do is vehemently shake his head, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.  

      ‘  wh--  how?  i– i  came  back  and  found  him  like  this,  i  swear!  ’