It's More of a Pussy Out Look

Vampire-Themed Symbol Meme

Vampire/Victim Sentence Starters

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I dunno?” She looks up at the signs, before pointing.

- ̗̀  shit the squad says sentence starters  //  vol.7  ̖́-

“I’m sorry that clothing that isn’t gonna cut off circulation to my tits isn’t considered fashionable, but I’m not changing my mind.” She laughs, trying to untangle the baby’s hands from both of their hair.

“Maybe if you didn’t have such ridiculous tits it wouldn’t be an issue.” he retorted, rolling his eyes playfully. He almost shoved her a bit, but considering she had a baby that wasn’t a good idea. When they arrived at the store he nodded.

She sniffles, but doesn’t say anything, trying to hold back the hiccups and sobs. She has no good advice- she doesn’t know what to do- he doesn’t know what to do, and he’s the one dying.

He hated that he was doing this to her and it was why he had tried to keep this issue to himself. He didn’t want any of his classmates to figure out about this sort of thing, at least not until he knew how to handle it.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” She asks, still sniffling.

“Wait- “he’d”- are you saying you haven’t even attempted to ask?!” She frowns, arms raising into the air.

Oh no, he made her cry. Hizashi flinched and looked away, biting his lip. “It’s not like I want this to happen! But what the fuck am I gonna say now!? ‘Oh hey I’m dying unless you love me?’” he knew he was being super irrational, but still.

Yep, she’s crying. Those tears are coming out and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

“I’d love if you’d stop crushing me.” he grunted– partially to change the subject and partially because it was uncomfortable.

“But we can give it a nudge, right?” She sets him down.

“Are you sure there’s nothing we can do?” She wondered, briefly, what would happen if it killed him.

“I don’t know what to do…” he wished he did. “What I read online said the only things that fixed it was, like, the other person returning the feelings or whatever they do when you go to the hospital.”

“Wait- this is a romance thing?” She tilts her head, brows furrowing.

“You’re literally dying. You’re gonna get loved whether they like it or not!” She huffs, grip tightening.

She follows him, trying to joke to lighten the mood. “Zashi, if I’m gonna have to mom this thing, you have to be my beard. I’ll accept you being with Zawa on the side, though, that’s n-b-d, but he’s gotta show up for the family Christmas photos.” She laughs weakly, bouncing the baby in her arms.

Hizashi laughed at the concept of them being so backwards sort of family, canting his head to the side. “If thats the case I better still get the chance to dress the kid up in cool outfits. Because we both know who the real style-master of this trio is.” he snorted, though he knew most people didn’t actually like his punker-style outfits outside of school.

“Cool is not a word in your fashion vocab, Zashi.” She snorts, but laughs, the baby in her arms distracted by her hair- which it takes no hesitation in pulling.