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/   yea .. :(

you are —-!      i like this couch, man.  [words slurred out, intoxicated.  wary curls spread out over the couch as she looked up at the ceiling. her gaze blurred, head spinning.]   i looove this couch.  (it’s peaceful)     just—- !   let me be one with this couch.    [a beat.]    i’m not using if that’s what you’re worried about.    

@linescocain       i’m not kickin’ ya out,  rue.   just redirectin’ you to a space that isn’t my livin’ room.   i don’t want it smelling loud in here.    

it’s just, a little bit of weed 

/   yes  pls   :) 

/   lateee but :)

/   yayy

she wants love and i want war.    

do you think i’ll ever need your love, more than you’ll need me?     

he's—    he's ?& #in'    /dead/,    mate!    i-i don't—    *    hobie doesn't mean to snap.    it's not aeri's fault,    after all.    still,    that feeling in their chest is crushing    &    it won't go away.   tears prick at the corners of their eyes,    &    they look away,    wiping shaking hands on the towel.    *    ...    he was jus'    a kid.    n'    they—

@websriot        what?       ..    what?       [theres a moment where the bathroom is filled with silence and aeri’s hand has fallen to his side.]    —-what?         how?        today?    

*    the touch shouldn't be a trigger,    but it is,    &    hobie tenses up beneath aeri's hand.    silence.    what is he supposed to say?    that he's quit the society    &    won't be going back,    that the chances of him getting arrested    &    sentenced to death are higher than ever now,    that—    slowly,    hobie swallows,    still scrubbing at his hands despite the water coming to a stop.    *    ...    manny's dead.

@websriot      should i?   you asked me what my stance was and i told you..     i’m not seeing the problem.