⠀ ⠀ ⠀ sOmEoNe WhO CaReS? ⠀ he's what? chopped liver? ⠀

⠀ ⠀ she's right, he doesn't. ⠀ but doesn't mean he's gonna just let her be a . . . . . yeah, never mind. he doesn't care what she does. ⠀

⠀ what does it matter? it isn't like she's gonna listen to him anyways. just leave him alone. ⠀

⠀ he ain't got no friends. so don't try to push that shit on him. he doesn't need nobody, and he sure as hell doesn't need some coon. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he's hungry. ⠀

·| ugh twitter hates us. 😭😭

does she plan to share or?

oh, god. he isn't looking to babysit a drunk. is she sure this is gonna be fun? because she's already drank more then her share.

hmm, fine. but only because she's cooking the deer he just killed, it's dinner time after all. and he ain't about to drink no lemonade mixed ass drink. he'll take his straight from the bottle.

she's right he isn't, hence when he swiftly moved to the table grabbing the glass up first. a fork full of food soon followed to fill his mouth. ❝ needs salt..❞

cue a roll of his oceanic hues, another fork full passed through his parted brim. a deep scuff slipped soon after, glass lifted to allow the liquor to chase the food down. ❝ and leave you to do the hunting? we'd strave. ❞

another scuff left his brim as he watched her empty her glass AGAIN, although he couldn't help but to refill her glass and then topping his own off. ❝ mmhmm, sure. ❞ he nodded taking another drink from his glass, ❝ i could teach you to be more . . . . quite. ❞

holding the glass, hues land on hers ─ maybe he didn't know the reasons he did the things he did. cranium tilted to the side before breaking eye contact. ❝ you're not the only one trying to escape your demons. ❞

*coughs* put some clothes on, rhee.

“He asked how his daddy died. I told him that a bad man killed him. And he wanted to know if that man got what he deserved.” 💔 #TWD

Slowly crawls under the blanket, body shaking with chills. “ someone better have a good reason for letting the fire die. “