"No, because I hate you, too."

Georgie was looking away by then, invested in whatever thought had come to mind, and God help whoever knew what thoughts he had. He shrugged. "Oh, I just wanted to let you know I haven't died."

"No, I don't think I can top that," the younger man stated. "I'm surprised you haven't been strangled to death yet. If I had been around I might have done it myself."

Another shrug - it appeared to be his favourite move. "Someone with the best interest of everyone in mind. It could be someone you know, don't know, or even yourself. I wouldn't mind reading about another autoerotic asphyxiation case."

|| I accidentally deleted my new pinned tweet, like the fool I am.

|| Omfg-

ꕥ ❝𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟.  𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖... 𝕞𝕪... 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟! ❞ ꕥ ꕥ→𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ꕥ→𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 ꕥ→𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 #56898 ꕥ→ FC: Sebastian Stan ꕥ→105-106 (𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 30) Tag: #𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

"What the-" He gave an ugly glare to the direction he thought might have spawned the paper, then opened it up.

Oh, he was speechless. Georgie spat in the letter, balled it up, and threw it right back.

Utterly emotionless (as far as anyone could tell, at least), Georgie pointed at the fallen doctor. He stood that way for a moment, then picked up the paper and threw it once more.

“𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝙱𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢’𝚜 𝚙𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚜.” • 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎/𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 • 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗’ 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜 • 𝙵𝙱𝙸 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 • 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠/𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖 • 𝚂𝙾𝚃𝙻/𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕 • 𝟷𝟾 +

—𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 — “𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦.” — #𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘙𝘗

Spits at his feet.

"I am planted to this garden," the young man claimed, without any intention of the pun he'd just made.

Replaces 𝕯r. Oliver Thredson's tissue supply with this monstrosity.

He's missing a sock.