the best damn racer outa chinatown

The nigh-voidless black of her oculi practically rolled into the back of their upturned sockets, the familiar voice alone causing such a reaction. Cutting the child off before they could even finish their inaugural sentence, ❝Spare me your diag-nonsense, I can smell a fraud from a mile away. You talk big game about bullies but you’re the one harassing and starting fights with us - and we’re way out of your league. A bit too much irony for my taste, so get lost.. before we lose you for good.❞

Lin: The Caucacity.

to un-die.

❝ Yeah, yeah. And my skin is solid gold too, except it’s much closer to the real deal than what’s sitting on the bridge of your nose.❞ Quirking a brow, her head inclining forth a bit to get a better look at the gray person. ❝Nah, not interested. If you’re looking for an ass whooping so badly.. go find Johnny.❞

Striking up a spare match to light the end of her cigarette, thereafter blowing the initial smoke directly into the grayface’s.. face? ❝Simmer down before you burn yourself out of those $2.99 shades you got from Sunglasses Hut.❞

[SMS]: when you told me we’d “all get tattoos”[SMS]: to commemorate us taking back the row[SMS]: you never said it was a MAYBE[SMS]: so tell mE WHY I’M THE ONLY ONE IN PAIN?? ?[SMS]: where’s the trust[SMS]: where’s the unity[SMS]: where’s my fucking voxel[SMS]: i’m finding y’all[SMS]: i’m not going down alone

❤❤❤