* LASER BEAM TALKER !

“ kob  — “

                      he starts, panic being all too familiar in those bright greens.

naturally he turns to the person he trusts the most, with this being quite possibly the biggest risk he’s ever taken in his life. grabbing kobra at such a young age, running away without a single look back?  — was NOTHING compared to this. he shakes in his seat, just you watch!

“ what if ghoul ruins my hair and i want him dead? “

              don’t laugh, he’s genuinely scared!

                           “ why am i trusting someone who’s favorite color is NEON GREEN, anyways? “

my adhd ass medicated: i want to revamp party first and foremost but also actually get carson’s blog off the ground bc he’s my child but also i need? to make will’s blog go public and make icons because we love a three cheers for sweet revenge dude. oh yeah and i wanna take a college class too hahahaha.

“ listen, i don’t say this lightly. “ he starts off by saying, eyelashes batting as he leans back against the roof of the trans am. the lighting is perfect, the scenery set. you could almost expect what he’s going to say next! could it be the very three words they’ve always danced around, used fists instead of words in place? 

                                                 “ you’re a dick. ”

“ you stepped in poop? in a mall? in what fucking world is that even a possibility, much less a random greeting you give to the class? i could only imagine what you’re On My Summer Vacation papers consisted of. “