~ "Roadkill." ~
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Thread Topic: ~ "Roadkill." ~
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(*falls on face* hug me or reply
or else I will eat your face
uhhhh yeah :/ ) -
(What does Jordin have cat eyes? Is this supernatural mental hospital now? .3.)
Linas grit his teeth and had refrain from shoving the smaller boy over. Just the lightest touch could get him into trouble. He glanced over at the tech that seemed to be burning a hole into his head with their glare. He then shot back to Jordin, scoffing at him. "You're so lucky.. If none of these damn techs were around, I'd teach you to watch your mouth with someone stronger than you." the brunette grabbed his almost forgotten food tray, preparing to get away from the other. "Go back to your fantasies, kid. Before you end up getting hurt." With that, Linas turned away, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the hard plastic tray. Sometimes he felt like this place made him more stressed and worsened his condition. He wanted more than anything for the personalities to go away. He wanted to be Linas all the time, not Linas one day and someone else the next. -
(nO :/
i have 0 desire to soap right now im sorry
i might try) -
(i tried)
Jordin softly blinked his eyes and turned away,one again blocking out all surrounding conversation.Peppermint poked Jordin,and her growled,looking at Peppermint.
Peppermint chuckled. "Look at you,getting in trouble by your own peers."
"He isn't my peer,Peppermint,now shut up and leave me alone.." He growled,closing his eyes.
"Don't fall asleep,now!" He sneering,pulling at Jordin's bshirt.
Jordin let his head thump down on the table. -
(just so you know, fam, you don't have to force yourself to write
a story is more interesting when you're really feeling it)
The brunette didn't take long to finish his breakfast, making sure to practically clean his plate. Techs made note of how they ate, how much they ate, at each meal, too. It was very common for people to be seeking treatment for eating disorders. After taking care of his tray, Linas took some time to just stretch and watch the other patients during their final minutes of breakfast. His eyes locked onto a clock. Group therapy sessions started at eight-thirty, so they'd all have to clear out soon. Sometimes he wished he could skip those sessions, he preferred the one-on-one conversations with his doctor. Before getting ready to leave, Linas looked at Jordin one last time, scoffing at the way the kid slumped on a table. Did he even eat? He wasn't sure, but he couldn't worry about someone else when he had his own issues to take care of.
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