broken

Okay, guys! I’m gonna tell you what I did when downloading XKit, & hopefully it’ll simplify things for you. It’s going under a readmore because wow this shit is long.

Ryan blushed a little, so touched was she by the sentiment. “Aye,” she said softly, and let the subject drop.

“It’s an apartment, but a spacious one. If ye’ became uncomfortable, I’d expect you to tell me right away, and we could leave.”

It’s like she couldn’t escape it, the news, it was everywhere. People died and went missing all the time, right? She didn’t know what made these people so special. Sure, she could sympathize with their families and friends. It was sad, she got that, but she had never been the type to mourn complete strangers. Had this been someone in the Pack, it would have been a different story. She would have raised hell. These were just strangers, people she never knew and probably would never meet.·Rolling her eyes at the television, Dawson stood up from the table she was sitting on, then jumped down from the bench. turning to glance at the person next to her.

“Way to kill my vibe. That’s what they say right? I was going to say it killed my mood, but then I remembered the vibe. It’s all about the vibe. Wait– is it too soon to use the word killed ironically? Social constructs are so strange here, am I right?”

“How do dead people kill your . . vibe?” he questioned, brows furrowed. “I dunno; I . . I think so? I don’t, um, do people much. People aren’t my thing, I guess.”

omg why does this happen with every rp I join

is it too early to do this?? hhh I’m in a lot of other good supernatural rpgs, so I’m just gonna?? Post ‘em here?

Inside; he had to get inside. Adrien’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and they just kept getting louder. Unable to escape them where he was, he ran down the street, only to pause in front of the first building he spotted. With haste, he yanked open the door and darted inside, slamming it shut behind himself and locking it.

Her normal method when calming someone down would be to touch them, generally their shoulder or hand, but seeing as Adrien was a special case, she devised a new strategy. Ryan smiled, “No, really, I am fine. It’s strange how fine I am, with all of it. I didn’t mean to upset ye’.”

With a nod, she stood. “We could go t’my place, if ye’ like. I couldn’t bring m’self to go very far from it, so it’s just across the road, there. Would that be OK?”

“M’not upset ‘cause of that; s’cause someone hurt you,” he mumbled, scuffing his shoe against the ground.

    “You good mate?” The question was simple, but the boy’s demeanor was far from. He was twitchy, anxious even and Dash didn’t need to be a warlock to sense that. 

    “What? Y-Yeah, fine. Great. Awesome.” Adrien shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. “You good?”

   “Is there something on my face—” he asked, looking from behind his punching bag, “or do you like staring?”

She heard the growl that time, and her heart fluttered anxiously, but the apparent reason for his growl comforted her. Ryan swallowed, shaking her head. “It’s fine, ye’ don’t need te’–” She didn’t want Adrien anywhere near Forrest. “I’m okay, and I don’t want te’ antagonize the bleedin’ git.”

Ryan wasn’t familiar with that breed, but nodded anyway. “I mean, if you’re willing to show me, I’d like te’ see a thing like that.”

“You’re not okay-- but if y’don’t want me to, I won’t.” Adrien looked anything but calm by then, especially given that his fingers had started to tap against his thighs, but he tried to think about other things.

“Good call, it is getting late. With the recent headlines in town it would be best to get home before sundown.” It was a general rule of thumb, “My mom used to say nothing good happens after 1 am. Good to meet you, Adrien.”

“You could reschedule maybe?”

“--Is it? I didn’t notice; maybe I’ve been here longer than I thought . . ” Adrien looked towards the clock, flinching as the time processed. He’d been here hours, it seemed. Shit. “Good t’meet you too.”

“Oh you could, but if they haven’t noticed yet chances are you might get away with it. Perks of small town ignorance.” Morgan attempted to put him at ease, caught off guard by his confession. “… Gotcha, welcome to the U-S-of A then. My name’s Morgan.”

“Sure thing man. I hope whoever you’re looking for shows.”

“W-Well-- maybe I can just . . sneak out. M’only gonna wait another couple’f minutes; s’been half an hour . . ” The teenager flashed the other a shaky smile, giving a small nod. “Thanks-- m’Adrien.”

“Well, I think ye’ can control pretendin’ to be drunk, and pullin’ a girl into the woods with ye’, lettin’ her think she’s helpin’ ye’ out, walkin’ ye’ home.” Ryan said, and angrily. She wanted desperately to recover from the fear, and didn’t know when if ever that was going to happen. 

She cocked her head, “A really big dog? Say, a lab?”

“Oh,” he noised, a grimace crossing his features. “No, that’s . . that’s not right; that’s really shitty. I-- Do y’know his name? I’ll fuckin’--” Another growl sounded, in stark contrast to his somewhat frail appearance. “Sorry; I just-- s’not right.”

Learning where the kid was from peaked Morgan’s interest. He was willing to help as he typically was with everyone. “It’s twenty-one, so this would definitely be culture shock for a Russian. What brings you to the states?”

Turning slightly on the stool, he faced the other, “Need me to read it? If it’s in Russian I’m afraid you’ll have to find someone else.”

“O-Oh, well-- shit, okay.I’ll-- Should I go? Am I gonna get into trouble for bein’ in here?” he questioned, frowning. “I came to . . to get away from home . . ”