#thehighclassbadass

“My dear, I don’t recall that ever being an issue. You’ve actually been quite accommodating whenever I needed you.”

“Jus’ in a cuddly mood t’day...” came a muffled reply.

He really didn’t feel like explaining his day. Really he never liked talking about his shit in general.

He wouldn’t even be bothering Able right now if he had his usual... outlets.

He would have locked himself in his own room and drowned it all out in all the various pills and powders he had in his possession instead of having to confront or deal with his bullshit.

But as it stood, after the turf war incident, the girls were a bit... stricter... Vaggie especially. So he didn’t really have access to the medication he so craved.

In a way he understood it. And he couldn’t say he fully blamed them for it. But on the other hand fuck he hated this!

(( Describe how your Muse feels when they look at my Muse ))

"Oh a switch is when you can top or bottom easily, and a Power Bottom is when you're on the bottom but the one calling the shots"

“Oh, so you can do something right.”

She took the drink, taking a cautious sip to make sure and, once she was satisfied, drinking a few more gulps.

At one point, all Sora had known was darkness as he drifted. He’d lost his heart and was losing all sense of himself, who he had been. There was nothing to tether him to reality anymore. At this point, he was wondering if he would even be able to come back, like he had before, so many times. But then he’d felt a tug, almost like something was pulling him back. He didn’t know who or what it was but the next thing he knew he was back. 

But there was just one problem, and it was a big one. Sora had no recollection of where he was, or anyone, or anything that had happened. And this left the brunette confused. He didn’t understand what had happened, or how he had ended up here.