#ushioji

           “ –– hate to interrupt when you аre               in the zone, but uh, what exactly is a furry? ” 

            ‘ bitch hold my hand ’

           skin - deep cuts ; exhaustion washing over a mess of trembling limbs, hands clutching onto whatever can keep him standing straight. eyes unfocused ( unable to, almost ) &. bruises covering his sticking out ribs ( and, dear god, what have you caused? ------ what a hilarious scene. ) half - lidded orbs searching, searching, searching --- ‘ it doesn’t hurt. you can just leave. ’               shaky whispers, voice far down ; not even trying to rise above from that silenced sigh. ‘ i’m fucking fine. that is fine. ’ there is LAUGHTER, bubbling deep down into his scratched throat ------ self - sacrificing boy, stupid &. so selfless ( yet so, so disgustingly selfish. ) nonsense, nonsense, nonsense. ‘ tch. ’ a hiss gritting against his teeth - it takes only two, three, four seconds more to slip into unconsciousness. everything’s black.