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Fun Ghoul ([personal profile] fangool) wrote2012-08-18 06:54 pm

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gloryisbullshit: (annoyed look up)

[personal profile] gloryisbullshit 2014-01-19 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Party stills above him, too, Ghoul doesn't have to lift a fucking finger.] It--sure.

[Not even gradual, the grip is gone, the touch is gone, and he's pressing back against the wall.] Sure, cuz if it's upset you it matters, huh? Don't die, like a fuckin puppy, don't die, Party Poison, but if it fucking matters to me--
gloryisbullshit: (not in the mood)

[personal profile] gloryisbullshit 2014-01-19 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Jaw clenched, lip curled, eyes steely at Ghoul's hand and hands dug into his sides:] You're not sorry. F'yer sorry, fucking prove it.
gloryisbullshit: (arms crossed)

[personal profile] gloryisbullshit 2014-01-19 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
I want you sober.
gloryisbullshit: (safe in the dark)

[personal profile] gloryisbullshit 2014-01-19 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Don't lie to me. [He warns fiercely, but his knees give and relax. He leans forward to brush his palms up Ghoul's wrist.] If you lie to me, I'm gonna lose it, G. If you go, I go, if you topple off, I'm jumping after you, so you better not fucking lie to me.
gloryisbullshit: (handinhair)

[personal profile] gloryisbullshit 2014-01-19 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He hums:] Don't snap at me. [But settles his hands more surely on Ghoul's arm, in the front of his sweatshirt.] ...Alright. Alright, I didn't mean to get mad. I didn't mean it. C'mere.
gloryisbullshit: (parched)

[personal profile] gloryisbullshit 2014-01-19 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[With Ghoul against his chest, it's easier to get a good, indiscreet look around the room. Living in one place for so long, he's gotta have hiding spots. Party will have to come back.] Fuck it back. [He mutters and finds the place he was at before--the comforting place, where the touch at Ghoul's back is meant to soothe, where he's soft and quiet again. Tomorrow they can figure out steps. Later he can try to weasel out stash. Tonight is too hard.]

I don't--whattayou need? And not a fight, I'm not fuckin fighting you. Why doncha lie flat, I'll rub you down.