AAAAND DONE.
I’m sorry
but
his ass in the second picture
I can’t even
plush rump
7ns:
the ugly noise that just came out of my nose
I AM SERIOUSLY DYING
BECAUSE
I LOOK AT THE PIC AND THEN ‘POOT’
AND MY CHIHUAHUA LOOKS SO FUCKIN FREAKED OUT
LIKE SHE’S SCARED OF HER OWN FARTS
I JUST
[[I just did the laugh where hardly any sound comes out and it kinda sounds like I’m dying.]]
ooc; THIS WHOLE POST. FUCKING QUALITY. ]]
7ns:
the ugly noise that just came out of my nose
I AM SERIOUSLY DYING
BECAUSE
I LOOK AT THE PIC AND THEN ‘POOT’
AND MY CHIHUAHUA LOOKS SO FUCKIN FREAKED OUT
LIKE SHE’S SCARED OF HER OWN FARTS
I JUST
Rochelle’s dead. Ellis vanished. Coach is crippled and dying. ::He takes a longer swig of his whiskey:: They weren’t even my friends.
—- .. Pity. Why do youse think so?
-Was all she could say, unsure of what to respond with. Though, she wondered why he didn’t considered them “friends”.;
We didn’t meet at some coffee shop over mochas. We met each other while fighting zombies. And half the time, they resented me. Other half of the time, they forced me to help them. ::Another swig of his whiskey, and he rubs his face:: But Rochelle. Fuck. Ro.
I should of stayed back with you.
::He takes a moment to sigh, then straighten up again:: Ellis wasn’t even funny. He was a fucking tick.… At least youse had one ya cared fo’ah. Dat’s all it mattas, even if youse don’t t’ink of dem as “friends”. Anywhere ya go an’ anyone ya meet — if youse feel connected, dat’s friendship.
-Hell, what was she even saying? Since when the hell did she became so caring about others all of a sudden?;
::He snorts, and takes another swig. He’d grown too old for this preachy shit anyways::-She knew that the old man wasn’t interested but she knew she was right. Rolling her eyes, she glanced off to the side as if something had caught her attention.;
::Standing, he throws her a look:: You’re welcome for the whiskey. ::And with that, he was off, half-glazed over in a drunken stupor. With any luck, he’d forget any of this happened and keep living as Nick, con-man supreme::
Rochelle’s dead. Ellis vanished. Coach is crippled and dying. ::He takes a longer swig of his whiskey:: They weren’t even my friends.
—- .. Pity. Why do youse think so?
-Was all she could say, unsure of what to respond with. Though, she wondered why he didn’t considered them “friends”.;
We didn’t meet at some coffee shop over mochas. We met each other while fighting zombies. And half the time, they resented me. Other half of the time, they forced me to help them. ::Another swig of his whiskey, and he rubs his face:: But Rochelle. Fuck. Ro.
I should of stayed back with you.
::He takes a moment to sigh, then straighten up again:: Ellis wasn’t even funny. He was a fucking tick.… At least youse had one ya cared fo’ah. Dat’s all it mattas, even if youse don’t t’ink of dem as “friends”. Anywhere ya go an’ anyone ya meet — if youse feel connected, dat’s friendship.
-Hell, what was she even saying? Since when the hell did she became so caring about others all of a sudden?;
::He snorts, and takes another swig. He’d grown too old for this preachy shit anyways::
Hello Mister
More kids? Shit. Where’s a nanny when you need one.
[/ giggles ] Somebody’s grumpy.
“Grumpy” isn’t even half the story.
Well what is it then Mister?
I doubt a kid like you would get it. Run along.
[/ huffs ] You sure are a meanie.
Anything else you wanna point out that’s glaringly obvious?
….Well your face is funny.
::Waiting for her to be done::
[/ stares blankly at him, deliberately trying to be a brat because he’s a meanie ]
::He just stares back::
Rochelle’s dead. Ellis vanished. Coach is crippled and dying. ::He takes a longer swig of his whiskey:: They weren’t even my friends.
—- .. Pity. Why do youse think so?
-Was all she could say, unsure of what to respond with. Though, she wondered why he didn’t considered them “friends”.;
We didn’t meet at some coffee shop over mochas. We met each other while fighting zombies. And half the time, they resented me. Other half of the time, they forced me to help them. ::Another swig of his whiskey, and he rubs his face:: But Rochelle. Fuck. Ro. I should of stayed back with you. 
::He takes a moment to sigh, then straighten up again:: Ellis wasn’t even funny. He was a fucking tick.
Hello Mister
More kids? Shit. Where’s a nanny when you need one.
[/ giggles ] Somebody’s grumpy.
“Grumpy” isn’t even half the story.
Well what is it then Mister?
I doubt a kid like you would get it. Run along.
[/ huffs ] You sure are a meanie.
Anything else you wanna point out that’s glaringly obvious?
….Well your face is funny.
::Waiting for her to be done::
Hello Mister
More kids? Shit. Where’s a nanny when you need one.
[/ giggles ] Somebody’s grumpy.
“Grumpy” isn’t even half the story.
Well what is it then Mister?
I doubt a kid like you would get it. Run along.
[/ huffs ] You sure are a meanie.
Anything else you wanna point out that’s glaringly obvious?