#gurlrot

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ; either way, there weren't many things which bear, when sober, found repellant. he had a strong stomach & a special talent for feeling little more than apathy, no matter the occasion ━━ & yet if that bear, the sober bear, had been around to witness the antics currently on display, even HE would have felt the need to say yuck. with a drink still grasped in one hand, the other had disappeared long ago, shoved beneath riley's skirt as though they were the only people in the room ; which couldn't have been further from the truth. back up north things were even worse, if possible, as the term SUCKING FACE had never been more appropriate. on the seldom occasion when lips did pull apart, strings of saliva hung between them, a fact which only seemed to spur the pair on further, 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 visible from mouth to earlobes, & from earlobes to chest. things could have been worse, all semblance of civility could have been lost, a REAL show put on for those who had NOT asked for it ; but as things stood, it appeared as though the pair had found a happy medium, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞-𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 & 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

While Boris was well aware that Riley could be a vicious little thing and wasn't just all talk, he couldn't hold back the laughter that burst out from seeing her standing there with her tattooed arms crossed, staring up threateningly at him from him beneath dark and full eyelashes. Given that she was five-foot-nothing, Boris easily towered over her, his gaze dropping and finding her own. His grin grew a little wider, an eyebrow arching to wordlessly question her.

@gurlrot​ sent: “Do I know you?”

        Being as tall as he was, Felix was able to outrun cops pretty easily, but he also tended to tire somewhat quickly. Most likely, it was due to all the years of smoking marijuana. No, they weren’t nearly as bad as cigarettes, but it still wasn’t good to be inhaling shit into ones lungs. And he had no intentions of stopping either.

        To make them lose his trail after being caught in a drug deal, the tattooed blond had pushed open the nearest window and climbed on into the room. It was risky, because he knew a lot of people who would shoot at intruders in their home (it was something that happened in his neighborhood), but he hadn’t even been considering that at the time.

        For a moment, Felix was under the impresssion that he had been lucky enough to find himself in a room that was empty. His plan was to wait out the cops and then climb back out the window, as if he’d never even been here--but then he heard a voice breaking the silence, questioning if she knew him.

      a soft noise of agreement leaves the ghoul as he leans back against the walls of the mausoleum. hand lifts to lick blood off his fingers, a fresh meal left at his feet. he’d lost his fair share of friends too. perks of half of them thinking he was dead. it was part of the reason he was so hesitant to make new ones. the nature of what he was meant he would outlive most of the people he met. 

     “yeah. i...i have too. ‘s part of why ‘m so damn bad at making new friends,” he mumbled. he reaches out a dirty sneaker to kick the corpse in front of him. “don’t know how to get close to people anymore. don’t know if i want to.”

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