★⸺ 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲

ice─touched, i feel comfort in indifference.

he rubs his hands to wet wipes a little bit more and then... he's done. okay, for now, it is finished.

a few more minutes.

… it’s early morning

thank you, it is

I make a point to do that whenever I can.

don't worry. i'll paint a huge target onto my forehead with my eyeliner. make it easier for you.

stevie almost hums at the smell. something he'll never not like. “i-i don't got much money. or any, actually... jus' bum what i can. give a few handjobs for a twenty.” and promptly spends it all on the usual— drugs, booze, or food. occasionally gas for his bike that still

maybe if somebody shot me in th'head my body would regenerate a new brain that actually fucking worked. or, you know, i'd die. i guess both work.

Exactly mate. Hope you weren't lookin' to grab any, seein' as I jus' knicked the last stock.

Reds. Not that it matters. My lung candy, not yours.

“sir, yes sir.” gifting him a mock salute before he took the can and cracked it open, immediately downing a good gulp of beer before licking his mouth clean of whatever slid past and down his chin. always had a bit of a habit of making a mess. “comfy little place you've got

good because it didn’t

dark brows bounce enthusiastically, letting out some giddy chuckle. “sounds like my type a party!” he follows in, eyeing everything with a wide gaze. resisting the urge to touch everything as he immediately makes himself comfy on the couch by jumping onto it and slouching. legs

“oi, i can be aggressive! you know, throw you around 'n what not. 'm a strong lad.” he flexes his bare arms a little, stopping once leo stops as well to watch him rummage. “sure! not like i got much else goin' on. either that or i was gonna go blow all this... literally.” patting

Grocery shopliftin'. ( Ten packs of cigarettes and some bottles of JD. )