06-17-2018, 07:54 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
The pinging of messages coming in from his open laptop woke him up, and the 19 year old groaned as he dragged a pillow over his head in a weak effort to tune it out. The little blips of noise were a nightmare for his headache, but it seemed that even muffled by the pillow, there was no escaping it. He was already awake, and there was no way to fall blissfully back to sleep when his hangover was demanding his full attention. Scowling, he fumbled for his laptop and pulled it off his table as he straighten up, slouching back against the headboard as he rubbed at his eyes blearily. After a beat he located the source of the damned thing and was unamused to see that Shay had started this all.
bastille Today at 8:12 PM
yeah, coop, we mind terribly
just like we minded so much last time you asked, or the time before that...
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSbastille Today at 8:12 PM
yeah, coop, we mind terribly
just like we minded so much last time you asked, or the time before that...
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]