REBIRTH.

 charlie vc:    if  the  guy  died  in  the  bar  he  should  clean  himself  out  of  the  bar,    not  me

she  enters  her  own  house  like  a  stranger,    a  ghost.    could  she  really  call  it  her  house  ?    with  how  long  she’d  be  gone  ?    hands  drag  across  furniture  and  walls,    turning  on  lights  as  she  goes,    until  she  reaches  a  familiar  room.    a  familiar  face.    ‘  natalie  ?    is  your  father  home  ?  ‘    voice  warped,    she  tries  to  sound  as  if  nothing  has  changed.

‘  no,    heather,    don’t  apologize  !  ‘    heather  sits  up  straight  on  top  of  yellow  sheets,    both  hands  gripping  the  phone  at  her  ear.    ‘  i’ll  be  right  over.    your  parents  won’t  know  anything,    i  promise,    i’ll  just  say  i  wanted  to  come  over.    do  you  want  me  to  bring  anything  ?  ‘    she  stands,    pulling  on  sneakers  at  the  edge  of  her  bed.

this is bullying

‘  you  some  kind  of  idiot  ?    you  got  a  ship  !    where’s  the  fuel  go  ?  ‘    metal  leg  joints  extend  until  his  feet  reach  the  table,    similarly  crafted  arms  folding  behind  his  head.    ‘  a  robot  like  me  can  be  very  useful  in  a  place  like  this.    how’s  about  you  keep  me  stocked  with  those  drinks  and  i  work  for  ya  ?  ‘    he  pauses,    light  bulb  -  like  eyes  peering  around  the  room,    analyzing.    ‘  you  got  any  cigars  ?  ‘

‘  powers  out  in  the  bar    and  i’m  not  fixing  it  !  ‘    the  insistence  hasn’t  even  left  dennis’s  mouth  yet  and  charlie  is  already  braced  for  it,    arms  high  in  the  air.    ‘  get  dee  to  do  it,    i’m  busy  with  frank  today,    man.  ‘

MMMMMMMM already getting into tht angst........ Fucc

me? writing you a starter? its more likely than you think!

‘  you  ain’t  special  !    you  just  have  a  wonderful  selection  of  booze.  ‘    the  hint  of  a  five  o  ‘  clock  rust  shadow  around  his  mouth  fades  as  engineered  teeth  slide  back,    allowing  him  to  pour  the  entirety  a  beer  bottle  into  his  mouth.    the  tops  of  his  eyes  dip  into  something  mysterious  as  he  burps,    a  spray  of  fire  leaving  him  as  he  does  so.    ‘  and  your  dog’s  cool.  ‘

i would die for you and i will stop to rp with you immediately on any blog at any time in any universe. picture it. i’m in the middle of the minnesotan woods without wifi at 11:17 pm on a saturday and i get a text from u and immediately SPRINT to my nearest free wifi availability