#notaghostboy

I'm a child of the rebellion.

Fuckin' treat me like a garden rose before I prick you with my thorns.

I bet you are. The two were sitting across from each other on her living room floor, playing a board game she'd found in the back of her closet. Considering she'd always get board when it came to them, it was obvious the game would only last so long before it loses her attention span. She hugged her legs, resting her chin on her knees while she stared at the other "Ehh you sure?" A sly grin formed across her features, her fingers drumming against each other "Wanna bet on that, my friend?" She was always one for competition and she was always the one to win, by any means necessary. "If I can tickle you to the point you cry then you have to do whatever I say for an entire day" There was a goal behind this, of course. She would have to run a ton of errands sometime this week and since she's so lazy to do them, she figured why not let him do them instead.

Yes.

you'll be pleaing for your life when i'm done with you.

well— me, obviously.