backstory ❋ sit down, shut up

[fangool]

[ The sun is too bright, and Fun Ghoul is angry. He's angry at everything, lately, and he hasn't bothered to stop and wonder why. Stopping means thinking and thinking means feeling worse, and that's not his goal here. It's not his goal to think about how wrong it feels to drink and pill pop night after night. And it's definitely not his goal to play nice with anybody around him. He's not thinking, he's just doing.

So that's why Ghoul doesn't stop to think about why he's clattering through the makeshift kitchen in search of more pills. His headache is killing him and he knows that Party and Kobra should be awake by now. Fine with him, though, the latter bit -- fights make him feel better, and he's definitely looking for one. ]

Comments

[fangool]

I don't have a problem. [ He can't help it, he hisses it out angrily as a knee jerk response. But then he stops, and looks down at his feet. ]

... What... what do I do? [ He holds the pad of paper in his hand shifting uncomfortably. ] I ain't creative.

[kobrakid]

Whatever the fuck you want. [ He looks down at Ghoul's hands. ] ... You alright t'go outside?

[fangool]

... Mmf. [ Is his first response, because he's actually not sure. His head is pretty much ready to explode and he doubts the sun is going to make it better. But. Stubborn. ] ... Yeah. Yeah, m'alright.

[kobrakid]

Cool.

[ Kobra's gonna ask if he's sure, but fuck it. He puts the paper to the side and gets up, moving to dig through a bag in the corner. ]

[fangool]

[ Ghoul pulls himself up slowly, expression pained. ] Why? What're you doing?