[ how normal. how human. tross' early life was four steel walls, staring at a concrete ceiling for hours on end, abandoned with a hoard of other frightened children in the empty desert and skinning his knees on burning sand, wanting to cry but knowing he couldn't or he'd be culled from the flock, never able to go home again.
except home wasn't anything. home was never home. sena had an entire childhood of quasi-normalcy before he fucked it up.
he grinds his tongue between his teeth to quell a sudden urge to crawl out of his own skin, or at least end this conversation and forget ever meeting sena at all. ]
sounds like you still need her now
i don't fuck with other deviants on purpose anyway you shouldn't either
[ but he does need her. more than that, he wants her, because everything was simple when it was just the two of them. now there are so many people that are far too easy to get swept away in and it never, ever stops. ]
i know you're kind of a fuck-up but i think between the two of us we can handle any shit that comes our way don't you have someone you hate so bad you just wanna fucking deck them you need a revenge plot dude
[ he doesn't feel anything ever unless he's caught in the teetering limbo of someone else's memories and emotions. i'm full of empty things, you stupid vapid fuck. ]
unlike you i've never been stabbed in the back by anyone i've claimed to love most people find me p agreeable tbh
whoever your de facto mom was taking orders from isn't someone you want to meet if you value your life or freedom
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except home wasn't anything. home was never home. sena had an entire childhood of quasi-normalcy before he fucked it up.
he grinds his tongue between his teeth to quell a sudden urge to crawl out of his own skin, or at least end this conversation and forget ever meeting sena at all. ]
sounds like you still need her now
i don't fuck with other deviants
on purpose anyway
you shouldn't either
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i don't fucking need her
[ but he does need her. more than that, he wants her, because everything was simple when it was just the two of them. now there are so many people that are far too easy to get swept away in and it never, ever stops. ]
i know you're kind of a fuck-up but i think between the two of us we can handle any shit that comes our way
don't you have someone you hate so bad you just wanna fucking deck them
you need a revenge plot dude
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[ he doesn't feel anything ever unless he's caught in the teetering limbo of someone else's memories and emotions. i'm full of empty things, you stupid vapid fuck. ]
unlike you i've never been stabbed in the back by anyone i've claimed to love
most people find me p agreeable tbh
whoever your de facto mom was taking orders from isn't someone you want to meet if you value your life or freedom
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so no one's ever wronged you in your life
you're not even that likable
you're the one who told me to learn my history or connect to my roots or some shit
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star pupil
impossible to hate
there must be sth wrong with you
i didn't mean like that
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when i find them on my own i'll be sure to tell them all about my new friend that they love and respect so much
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you don't know me either
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you don't want anyone to know you because you know you're fucked up on the inside
at least i own my shit
you're just a baby ass moron
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you're owning your shit
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fuck you
lose my number
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or why you think you're better than me
hope you can enjoy your soft serve without sticking your finger down your throat
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and i'll stay skinny bitch
loser
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sure you will
i'll keep an eye on your insta