Thanks!

Text: TUESDAY IS ONE DAY AFTER SUNDAYsorry it's one day after monday...I STILL MADE IT PAST THE WEEKEND DON'T JUDGE ME QUEEN!!!!!!

{⚔}—— Who th' fuck is... Wait, he recognized that figure and everything even if he felt someone burying their face into his back. Why the hell did she climb into his bed, she could have even climbed into Deuce's bed for this and yet she picked him? He was so fucking confused it made his head hurt trying to figure out reasons on why she did this. As much as he wanted to know the answer, there wasn't a way plus he assumed this to be a joke.She'd probably wake up in the morning and start scolding him all over again and this time in his room, maybe even claim he talked her into it when he was in his damn room the whole time with King. Both of them would get scolded probably, him more so than his brother. Shit, he wanted to wake her up and tell her to get the hell out of there before that happened yeah, but, he didn't feel like doing anything.Why should he? He'd take the blame this time for what happened, let her believe whatever she damn well pleased and just go on with it over not knowing the truth. That's how it usually is, he'd be fine being left in the dark and let her off in her world without even guessing she did it herself over him lifting a finger.Ya better be glad I ain't tha' bad 'o a guy to send ya outta 'ere, even if yer gonna fuckin' yell at me when ya ge' up.

/SCRAMBLES AROUND

{⚔}—— You’ve done enough already. That was a laugh, her telling him he did enough? He didn’t feel that way, didn’t even feel the need to stop when blue hues settled on the class rep. The blonde hadn’t stopped fighting since he returned, hadn’t bothered to stop even with what he was told and even with what she went on about. His choice, this was his choice to fight and his choice to keep going on with a reckless decision to fight without care that he was getting hurt, fatigued, or even sluggish more than usual.The others were worried, showing that much with his recent behavior when he picked himself up out of his seat, a slight limp in his left leg when striding over to her. “I ain’t quittin’ tha’ easily, ya got it? Ya might as well get ready ta take me down if yer gonna start bitchin’, so put up or shut up, Queen,” he meant it, she had a choice here to stop him if that’s her desire or to let him go, “otherwise, I’m gonna wait this fuckin’ off an’ beat the shit outta anythin’ I’m gonna be sent after.”An early grave would await him if one route wasn’t taken and the other would serve to make him angry, pissed at her no doubt yet it was for his benefit if he’s pushing himself to that extent. Which in any case, he wouldn’t give a shit about knowing this was all for them, his family, and for her even. Not like she’ll ‘ave th' fuckin’ balls t'do it anyways. A thought he would assume for now, just for now, pity he forgets who exactly he’s dealing with.

I've done made the ＤＥＶＩＬ a  ＤＥＡＬ.

[//just lies down on the floor and cries while shaking fist at you]