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Cheeks are stuffed, crumbs littering his crop top. He’s sat in the laziest position possible, slumped so far down that it became a pain just to look over at Johnny. ❛  Mm. . . Mno ?

       “ bold lipstick choice   …   i respect it. “

TWO? TWO IN A ROW? A DOUBLE WEDDING?

Red flows down from knuckles, soaking into his cuffs and dirtying his designer jeans. Body below is pounded into mounds of mush, an unfortunate fate for those who anger the underboss. But now that his anger had been taken out on someone else, Vinegar has stood in place, staring to the sky with a blank expression. It’s not that he feels bad, and he knows he’ll end up doing it again, but each time he takes a life. . . He feels so hollow. Has he ever felt bad for hurting someone else ?  Should he ? Reality is set back into motion when the squeak of a wheelchair sounds nearby. Strange, he should have seen this coming. Guess spacing out wasn’t such a good idea. Attention turns from the unrecognizable victim to blond, eyes meeting contact. Another mess for him to clean up. ❛ . . . Hey ?  Where are you going ? ❜

( @spintaught​ )