#falloutrp / #ocrp
transmasc muse; he/him
nacht. 23. mdni.
" i have work to do. "
" i have work to do. "
goosebumps flare across pale skin, high alert at the subtle shift. there he was, a between point at least. jaw clenches and nose flares before he turns away from the other, fidgeting with the opened weapon on the bench.
" no. i don't. not to you or lance. " —
goosebumps flare across pale skin, high alert at the subtle shift. there he was, a between point at least. jaw clenches and nose flares before he turns away from the other, fidgeting with the opened weapon on the bench.
" no. i don't. not to you or lance. " —
he wasn't ready to grieve him again when he does finally drop dead. needed time to gather himself and shove it all under the rug like always. there was the other issue of coming out to him. but, she might never bring it up truthfully. better to let —
he wasn't ready to grieve him again when he does finally drop dead. needed time to gather himself and shove it all under the rug like always. there was the other issue of coming out to him. but, she might never bring it up truthfully. better to let —
funny, how it looked like a shanty town from the outside and yet held so much life for some place trying to thrive. it was also a subtle —
funny, how it looked like a shanty town from the outside and yet held so much life for some place trying to thrive. it was also a subtle —