come to my garage. bring the gun.

justin. you're an idiot, and probably can't do this alone. bring the gun. to my shop.

it was very much about yesterday, where he freaked out. when the door closed, tony pulled off, driving with no destination. “ we gotta talk, man. you've been getting more and more hostile. ”

tony glanced back and forth between the wheel and clay, eyes staying on him once the car came to a stop at the light. “ 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯. did you hear what i just said? ”

wassup, baker.

ooc. LETS GOOOO

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whatever the fuck is going on, leave me out of it.

sure. as long as it isn't laced.

really? i never took you for a guy who would even think about lacing something. you seem too nice.

i wonder what you look like bruised.

i must've forgot. touch my hair, and i'll give myself a reminder.

whoaaaa. hold the horses, jess. it was a joke.

... really? we're doin' the whole lying thing? i just heard you.

two lies in under a minute. you wanna go for three?

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clay, we talked about that depressing shit.

… then open a window. buy a fan. something like that.