ふしだらな女

all joji mvs

test drive, joji

(cont.) :

noir simply blinked at the man’s words, his lips curling into a little scowl, that was an insane thing to say — even for him. maybe it was true though, maybe he was just too much to handle, it wasn’t like he was any easier to be around these days. in fact, he had to manipulate most people nearly to the point of some sort of stockholm syndrome type shit just to get them to stick around. his mind kept flashing through his relationships and his shame kept building, luckily that half assed apology snapped him out of it.

george was already nodding along with noir’s words when they were spilling from his mouth defensively. “yeah. okay. yeah.”

his hand reached to the left to click the turn signal, a soft clicking sound busting through the silence as a song ended. it seemed like the nothingness besides the clicking lasted forever. he could feel his own heartbeat in his chest as he looked over to grab at the joint again, sucking in a generous hit before offering it back. “but at some point i want to know your lore.”