ᴼᴴ    —𝘣ubba   …      

———this was all for you.

let us return now to the thesis suggested in the introduction, that "𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨."

sick of his own face, sick of his skin, of the dark, he crawls outside himself to sing...

( brandy does her best, stitching up the wound carefully and closing them up one by one. ) this one time, i was fighting a deadite and it got me on the stomach— hurt like a bitch. took months to heal. ( unsure if talking is even +

* ( nodding ; the others joy made her face light up as she brushed her hair back ; adjusting her sitting position ; ) I hope these turned out okay, i made them homemade but sometimes my baking can be a bit .. messy , I do apologize if they didn't turn out the best , —

so far、the encounter was surprisingly... 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵. but that wasn't to say that her company wasn't if she was like this behind the guise of entity servitude、of hacking them up with a saw in the middle of most of their trials ━

* ( a soft chuckle; the reaction was genuinely sweet to her as she placed down the bag in his hands as she then had her hands behind her back ; ) My name is Honey , by the way ; and well , I made you these because I was wondering if you maybe, wanted to be friends ; * ( seat —

𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝓅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝓊𝗉𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 ╱ 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝒘͟𝒊͟𝒍͟𝒍 𝙤𝙛 𝒊͟𝒓͟𝒐͟𝒏 .

okay, alright. i'm holding you to that. ( small smile still present, saline solution dipped onto cloth and holding it against the wound gently; she can tell it stings a bit, but it's better than using alcohol. ) pablo is always getting +