/ revamp asf
/ revamp asf
(wowowow you’re just giving me more of a push to make a hp anon huh– jkjk sjfnekdnsje but this is sO sexy tbfh)
the hell’re you doin‘ over here—?
/ okay i'm gonna be active, hey ya'll.
it was actually supposed to be a surprise vist.
hey , stand still for a second .
@yourmomscoolbf oh. * he lets out a breath, relieved that it was something as trivial as a peace of lint. embarrassment burned against his pale cheeks; the job was seriously no good for him. that's not how normal people are supposed to react for help. will had never been necessarily normal but still — maybe he needed to lower his expectations of himself after all. he reaches up and adjust his glasses before smiling gently towards the other male. * thanks, i didn't even notice . . . sorry about that, i just don't know you.
* the blonde raised an eyebrow as he observed the other's reaction to his simple request * lint * he'd paused as if he were about to speak again only to reach over and carefully pull the peace of lint * & there you go . you're welcome , bud .
do you always just stand in the hallway with your eyes closed?
@murdersuspct * there's silence for the next minute, the only sounds are the soft panting of will. the only movement being the slight shifts &, twitches of his face and head. he mirrored the actions of someone suffering an unpleasant nightmare &, in many cases that's essentially what he was doing, except he was 1.) more or less awake &, 2.) murdering somebody and putting his mentality through that stress. he gasp, awakening a moment later before clear blue hues quickly skid, then skid away, from the source of the voice. his forehead is damp, breathing slightly heavy as his face doesn't seem to relax, eyebrows only creasing deeper. by the time he's fifty his face is going to be completely covered in wrinkles at this pace. his stance is tense but not defensive. * you—you're not supposed to be in here?
/ https://discord.gg/jXEfTvkH come join the server (: it's a good time < / 3
you’re going to get sick .
sicker in malady & ailment , yes . * he does not address the elephant in the room , whether directly nor indirectly , & merely proceeds to hold a clear - grey umbrella above the empaths shuttering form . mother nature’s tears kiss ideally upon his perfect features , as he is left without protection , within her mercy . in turn the melancholy droplets soak the doctor with an adamant rain , once neat hair unraveling with every hit . he does not mind , however , as he shucks off his large woolen coat —— placing it carefully atop will’s shaking shoulders . he’d much rather be bathed in petty rainfall then to allow physical sickness take over his charming friend . * i disagree , will . please , get inside . allow me to make you something hot .
@purgehim sicker than i already am, doctor? * he smiles slowly &, shakingly as though he's trying to force his muscle to complete the simple action; but nothing was funny. the sleepless nights weren't funny, the breakdowns weren't funny, the losing track of time sure as hell wasn't funny. he blinks, hard &, unsure as the heavy rains beats against his shrunken frame. he wraps his arms around himself tighter, brown &, usually unruly locks being stuck to his cheeks. he's shaking now, perhaps cold, or perhaps scared. * i don't think it gets more sicker than this.