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‘wrinkles loves you’ im taking that to my grave omfg

He sat in the cafeteria with a distant look in his gold flecked, crimson eyes. His hand rested on the edge of his tray, index and and thumb idly playing with the silverware that sat on it. He heard the snickering from behind, the two voices distantly familiar. "Oye, Jolly Giant," came the voice of the shorter I the boys, "eating alone again, aye?" He sighed softly, his large form slowly shifting to look over his shoulder at the two. His eyes went from one to the other. He turned back to his food, his arms tensing under the uniform top. "What's wrong," the other said, "missing your team? Oh, that's right, you don't have one do you? I heard it was 'cause he didn't comply with Ozpin's orders." He didn't look over his shoulder, instead just looking down at his hand as he gripped his fist open and shut tightly. His deep voice rolled out in a smooth monotone, "Ask yourselves, why would Ozpin let me in at all in that case? You two must be among the dimmest students at this fine academy."

Ew, its the sneg. So, you’re becoming your muse, ey?

oh thats cool!  yea i used to use so many jagged straight lines, im trying lately to be more flowy and smooth~  thank you homie ;~;

// OH. I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE. PFF.