#spxd

      ‘ -- Nah, I don’ deal anymore. ’

It was only a short span of six months that Gen helped push the drugs she trafficked. The big man pulling the strings had better plans for her, unfortunately for her, that meant getting tortured during a job abroad. It wasn’t her first trip, of course, hence her recognized face around the dive bars in town. The torture might have been over, but her body was wrecked, and the escape back to the states could be longer than she hoped. Explaining this to her family would be even harder than the last time. 

      ‘ How’ve ya been, Spud? ’

My muse is feeling touch-starved.

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

It was a bad batch, according to an angry Mother Superior. Renton should have guessed as such, since the stuff came from a new dealer that had moved to town not too long ago.

Sick Boy had offered to take Begbie and let the man at the dealer, but Renton had immediately shot the idea down. He knows that making enemies in this life was very easy, and Mark wasn’t interested in doing so while he was in the hospital.

Acts of Affection

Family/Platonic:

✥ Play fighting!

“Fuckin’ cunt, git aff!”

There isn’t any heat behind his words. On the contrary, as he laughs and shoves the skinny boy off of him. He can hear Spud snickering and laughing as well, Renton brushing off his shirt with a grin and a shake of his head.

“Ye git a freebie, Spudster. Doesn’t mean ye git yin th– AH!.”