Once returning to his one room apartment Casper sighed deeply, locking the door behind him and taking a moment to count to ten. It had been a stressful outing to say the least, woke up with his anxiety thru the roof, no coffee left, contacts fighting him, and a few unsavory messages left on his phone from an ex and father. He ran a hand thru his hair, bring the white over the black of his layered flop before rubbing around the shaved sides and back. The stubble tickled his palms with their softness as he stood in his entry way. He took a slow breath and stretched, his shoulders popping but his back refusing, as always. He slid off his over-sized grey hoodie, the Sharpie drawings still there as he moved to the kitchen.
Pale hands moved under the sink and lifted a bottle of clear liquid before he moved to a cabinet and grabbed a tall glass. He filled it a fourth of the way with the liquid before sliding it back under the sink. A carton of fruit punch was pulled from the fridge and added to the cup, the male leaving with his mixture to the bathroom. After a few gulps he looked into the mirror, frowning slightly. His hair was fine, nothing odd as he then examined his face. Eyebrows were thick and dark but he was use to it, skin was pasty as ever, eyes grey with large bags... He moved and placed his cold palm against his forehead, gently rubbing before pulling away, a third eye opening.
"Maybe it'll be better later huh?" All three eyes blinked. "Yeah, I know, to hopeful," he said and took a few more drinks, heading to the bedroom. "Maybe in the morning."
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Goretober 2016: Casper
RandomUsing the prompts for Goretober, I'm writing short stories following Casper, my Drag King/Manself. Let's have fun!
