Eridan sat on his bed in a crisscross manner as he cleared his throat, it was itching but he ignored it; his hand resting on his cheek. He wobbled a bit due to wanting sleep but his cheek slipped from his palm. "oh wwhat fuck-"
He facepalmed with both her hands while groaning then just standing up and going to his kitchen.
He needed food; he hasn't eaten in three days, now four with this one.
He was craving chinese right now.
Ohh the knight in shining armor~
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A: i don't even know i'm tired.
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Randomalright. this shit is good for my fuckin ego I guess, I may be depress wwhen I put somethin up in here, or just wwant to let out somethin, maybe randomness or maybe just wwant to share thins wwith all a you, sounds good? good. I'm feelin coddamn pl...
