ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 . . . ᅠ

𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜.

aww, no worries, v .ᐟ you always talk so positively about me. runnin’ the afterlife? wow, you’ve clearly moved up in the world and you still have time for little old me.

there’s nothing negative about me, and i thought you knew me . . . [ theres that stupid smirk on his lips ] i couldn’t rain on your parade, v.

you’re just jealous; the girls liked you more when you were me. oh, i know . . . just, be wray.

. . . a ring? you’re so desperate that you settle down with the first girl that gives you the time of day? maybe you should’ve kept me around; give you more of a choice.

[ snorts ] sure. sounds like your marriage was a ticking time bomb too.

[ narrows his eyes. treading carefully isn’t his . . . style. ] thought you weren’t afraid of the truth.

[ eyes go wide behind the aviators before settling down again. surprisingly, he’s calm. ] new chrome? didn’t know retail therapy was your style, and here i was thinking you turned into me.

now that anger . . . that’s familiar. [ smirks with a low whistle. ] fancy stuff.

shit— [ hits the deck, only just landing on his feet. ] [ smug expression is wiped from his face; he knows that pain. offers a sympathetic look. ] died? sorry to hear that . . .

good to know i’m never wrong.

that’s nice to hear . . . yeah [ nodding, almost to himself. now, this was awkward. ]

yeah— i agree. goodbye, v.

you sound like my type of guy.

i have to say i agree.

i don’t know how people live here without them, they’re clearly just ignorant of what’s happening around them.

what do kids do these days for halloween? still party? . . . i fuckin’ hope

i don’t know how people don’t care or how it doesn’t bother them at all.