
Bless this post.I Hate To Break It To You, But It’s Entirely Possible That You’re Both Fucking Morons
You live alone, because your BRO is dead, and your ALTERNATE UNIVERSE bro is busy with his own shit. You don't mind this, though. You operate best on your own. At least, as far as you have experience with so far.
Your Chumhandle is testimonyTerminated
Current Magic-anon status: N/A

Bless this post.I Hate To Break It To You, But It’s Entirely Possible That You’re Both Fucking Morons
You blink a little in surprise. But why? That didn’t make any sense, it would be good if you didn’t come back at all. You wouldn’t be here to annoy, upset, harm… You didn’t see any downside to you not seeing him at all, really. He should just be glad when you were finally gone. You shift your head on his shoulder, your tears having finally stopped.
“You don’t even know where I live.”
You were right. He’s way too surprised to have believed you before. You really hope pushing the issue will help because you’re sure as hell not leaving him thinking you weren’t sincere. Your hand goes up to the nape of his neck.
“I have ways of finding it if I didn’t. But I do.”
(Source: cantyoureadmypokerface)
You shrug, doubting that he would actually want you back here. No, he would be glad once you were actually gone, no matter what he said. That was always how things like this worked, people just expected you to trust them more than they should.
“Maybe. I guess it could’ve nice.”
You’re suspicious of his tone and body language, but don’t comment on it because you really don’t know him. You only have what Dave’s told you to go off of. Which is admittedly a mixing pot of confusing as fuck shit. But whatever. You still want to help.
“Yeah, I want to do that. So expect house calls if you don’t come back here.”
(Source: cantyoureadmypokerface)
>It’s not working. Change of plans.
>Hide at your friend’s house and continue hyperventilating instead of telling him what’s wrong.
Sorry, you’re a cheep Voldie knock-off. Thanks for the clarification.
and you’re the one letting someone send a girl over for you to have sex with!
oh wait that’s right, you don’t like girls.
you’d rather molest thirteen year old dead boys.
:’(
Not.
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Fuck off.
hauntingbiology replied to your post: woooow what’s going on with you? haha, you’re letting yourself get beat up by a girl?
my sixth sense is knowing when i’m mentioned. also, i never left. i’m just lurking.You’re Voldemort.
I fucking knew it.
that’s pretty stupid.
i didn’t commit genocide, after all.
also, he could come back from the dead. i’m just stuck haunting you in your dreams.
Sorry, you’re a cheep Voldie knock-off. Thanks for the clarification.
Can do.
» You beckon the maid to come into your room and she appears almost instantly, knowing you don’t like to be kept waiting. Grabbing a pair of scissors you haphazardly cut her hair until she has a very uneven buzz cut. You give her a grin and a pat on the shoulder before shooing her out of your room and slamming the door on her crying face.
Noooooooow then! A woman with 8ig 8reasts and 8londe hair is going to show up at your apartment in a 8it.
You’re going to have sex with her.
Try not to cry.
No way in hell.
Revoke that right the fuck now.
(Source: cantyoureadmypokerface)
You release your grip on his shirt a little, instead wrapping your arms around his waist properly. You gave a short laugh athim words, though the tone was hollow. Right, of course.
“Until I go home.”
You roll your eyes. You know he’s really down, but damn you can’t help but feel like he must be trying to look at this bad. You wrap an arm around his waist too when he does it, and continue rubbing lightly.
“Well shit, if you really can’t ever see anyone after you go home, you can come back here again. I’m trying to get to know you anyway. If you want to of course.”
(Source: cantyoureadmypokerface)
hauntingbiology replied to your post: woooow what’s going on with you? haha, you’re letting yourself get beat up by a girl?
my sixth sense is knowing when i’m mentioned. also, i never left. i’m just lurking.
You’re Voldemort.
I fucking knew it.
((
He loves him but he feels bad for him a lot more than he probably should. Even though he’s sort of got his brother back, he’s never stopped identifying with him about lost Dave’s and he worries the fuck about him always. He also really enjoys his company and thinks he’s really fucking hilarious
))