woildserster

you'se real cute.    y'know,   fer a ginger.    *    snickering,    race leans up    &    pecks albert's cheek,    the stench of stale alcohol on his breath.    *    yer freckles are pretty.    n'    yer eyes.    n'    yer face.    it ain't fair.

woildserster

maybe i is.    you'se the only cute ginger in th'    whole woild,    n'    ya like me!    *    he snickers,    before turning red when al compliments him.    he falls silent    &    grins stupidly,    burying his head into the crook of his neck.    *    shuddup.
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tinglinglips

@woildserster 
            
            ey— are ya sayin’ that gingers ain’t cute-    *    he pouted, crossing his arms playfully    *    ooh— but yer reallll beautiful, baby—    it ain’t fair how cute /you/ are !!
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woildserster

*    race curls up in albert's arms under the covers of his bunk,    tears streaking down his pale face.    somehow he hadn't thought going back to his apartment to get his stuff would result in his father threatening him again,    &    now it just seems to hurt ten times more.    *    i ain't—    i-i didn't do nothin',    i—

woildserster

*    race nods shakily,    &    he sighs once more,    burying his head into al's chest.    *    i-i know.    i'se tryin',    i just...    he really hates me,    huh?    *    the boy chokes out an awkward,    upset laugh,    shaking his head.    *    wow.
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tinglinglips

@woildserster ━━━
             
            *    he    pressed    a    small    &    quick    kiss    to    Race’s    forehead,    still    holding    him    close    as    he   sighed    *    don’t    be     sorry    Race—    *    he    shook    his    head     slightly,     his    hold    other    was    delicate,    like    is    if    he    was    afraid     if    he    held    him    to    tight    he    would    break    *     i’se    right    here    with    ya—    just     forget    about    everythin’    n’    let    it    fade     away..
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woildserster

i-i—    *    he lets out a shaky breath,    grabbing a fistful of al's shirt    &    pulling himself as close to the other boy as possible.    surprisingly,    lying beside al is calming enough,    but he doesn't know how long it'll take before he calms down enough.    *    i-i'm sorry,    's...    i dunno why i'se so fuckin'    upset,    he's jus'—
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sootcoveredoveralls

/ hihi
          
          its..only a little blood * the blonde wiped her hand with her sleeve , and looked even more panicked when the blood stained it *

tinglinglips

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@brooklynsblondie ━━━
            
            holy    shit    Mags—    we    gotta    get    ya    cleaned    up    !!     who    did    this    to    ya    ?
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sootcoveredoveralls

@tinglinglips 
            
            i was at the wrong place at the wrong time . .
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tinglinglips

@brooklynsblondie ━━━
            
            sure—    very    little    blood   !!!    what    happened    Maggie     ?     *    Albert’s    face    was    VERY    VERY    concerned,    he    generally     wanted    to    know     what    happened    *
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woildserster

/    MBV    *    sunglasses    *
          
          aLBIE,    get up!    you'se sellin'    with me t'day!

woildserster

we both know you'se wanna sell with me!    *    he scoffs jokingly,    then leans in to knock albert's cap off of his head,    grinning down at him for a moment too long.    eventually he clears his throat then pulls away,    letting go of his hand    &    returning to getting himself ready.    *    hurry up,    i'se gotta get there    'fore them scabs do.
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tinglinglips

@woildserster ━━━
            
            *     he    dramatically    placed    a    hand    on    his    chest    with   a    hurt    expression    *    sad    to     know    I    don’t    got    a    choice,    what’s    the     big    deal    though    *    he    grabbed    Racer’s     hand    &    made     kissy    faces    back     at    him    playfully     *
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woildserster

a'ight,    great!    *    race mirrors albert's smile with one of his own then sits up properly,    tying his laces with a hum.    *    you'se comin'    with me whether ya want t'    or not.    *    he then jokingly holds out a hand for al to take,    puckering up his lips overdramatically.    *
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