bloodshot || schlattbur
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Ultima pubblicazione mer, dic 18, 2019
"would you look at that.. they say stray eyelashes bring good luck, have you ever heard of that?" jebediah questioned the bartender, holding up the object in between himself and the confused worker.
"i'm not sure i have.. but you do you, man." the worker didn't seem too interested, but the other had a sheepish smile on his face for the first time this week.
jeb chuckled to himself, staring at the eyelash resting at the top of his finger, starting to quietly quote something funny under his breath.
"i need someone to be my friend- maybe send me an angel.. the nicest angel you have." with a snicker, he blew the eyelash off his finger, and watched it land behind the bartender's table.
almost as if following the quote, jeb heard loud laughter from the other side of the room, coincidentally from the mysterious person up on the stage he was fascinated with just mere seconds ago.
..is that supposed to be his angel?
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