[ That's all he has to say on that front. Hey, the shortest distance from point A to point B is a straight line. Descartes or some other dead fuck. (Also, introductions are for people who pretend to be like, friendly? Does Skyler Veracruz do friendly? Fu-u-uck no.)
This seems like an acceptable absinthe to not-absinthe ratio. Despite all that talk, he seems to be picking at it almost carefully, wincing after every sip. He has gotten black-out wasted before, but man does he hate liquorice. He's just waiting for the part where everything starts tasting good. Wussy.
At least he does not give an absolute flying fuck whether Carmilla's sensitive or not. His not-girlfriend Helene from back home said worse things about him and most of it was actually true. Man, he loved that girl. Probably should have said something before Sora crunched his soul down to nothing and stuffed his comatose consciousness into a box and left him in there. ~*Oh fucking well.*~ ]
"Existential crisis." Look, if you want him back that bad, say so. [ He's not confused, existentially or otherwise. After all, it's Sora who keeps crying about his stupid fucking friends not constantly riding his dick just for existing. As far as Skyler's concerned, he's doing both of them a favor by knocking both their whiny asses out in the kindest way he can think of. ]
I'm the one who's supposed to be here. He's supposed to be more dead than he is. Than we are. [ He scoffs. ] The sooner he figures that out and kills himself because he feels sooo bad for stealing my body, the better. There's no crisis. Don't get it twisted.
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It was in the way.
[ That's all he has to say on that front. Hey, the shortest distance from point A to point B is a straight line. Descartes or some other dead fuck. (Also, introductions are for people who pretend to be like, friendly? Does Skyler Veracruz do friendly? Fu-u-uck no.)
This seems like an acceptable absinthe to not-absinthe ratio. Despite all that talk, he seems to be picking at it almost carefully, wincing after every sip. He has gotten black-out wasted before, but man does he hate liquorice. He's just waiting for the part where everything starts tasting good. Wussy.
At least he does not give an absolute flying fuck whether Carmilla's sensitive or not. His not-girlfriend Helene from back home said worse things about him and most of it was actually true. Man, he loved that girl. Probably should have said something before Sora crunched his soul down to nothing and stuffed his comatose consciousness into a box and left him in there. ~*Oh fucking well.*~ ]
"Existential crisis." Look, if you want him back that bad, say so. [ He's not confused, existentially or otherwise. After all, it's Sora who keeps crying about his stupid fucking friends not constantly riding his dick just for existing. As far as Skyler's concerned, he's doing both of them a favor by knocking both their whiny asses out in the kindest way he can think of. ]
I'm the one who's supposed to be here. He's supposed to be more dead than he is. Than we are. [ He scoffs. ] The sooner he figures that out and kills himself because he feels sooo bad for stealing my body, the better. There's no crisis. Don't get it twisted.