I know its L8, & th1s is so r4ndom, but... ahh.. uh... Can we sleep together again like we use 2? I like being close to you, in a way, you ground me when I'm anxious, and I just c4n't sleep..
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@NotRokeaLamp
and not only that but I think they go well with your brown monochromatic outfit. Very swag...
Uhh you're super pretty and awesome and your voice is nice to hear and im like super super sorry for ever forgetting what kind of... uh... Masterpiece of an individual you are...
@NotRokeaLamp
(Kasper held his breath as he stole glances from Lampert, simply sitting next to him wasn't close /enough/ for him though. Nervously, his arm lifted behind Lampert, reaching out to hold his arm with slight hesitation.)
I dis4ppear fr0m teh phys1cal exist3nc3 & s0 u t4ke ad-4dv4ntage of my k1ndness when I 0ffered u mah k3y by br34king into my h-h0me & wearing MAH CL0TH3S?!?11?!?111
W3ll do it m0re 0ften, I h4ve sk1nny j34ns I th1nk would l00k awsum 0n u >:D!!!
I just.. wanted to visit since you’ve been gone a while..?
is this a bad time? ( he anxiously holds the present closer to himself, confused, almost, by the lack of a reaction from his supposed childhood best friend )
@greensquishy29
@NotRokeaLamp
Let him grieve you’ve got no idea what he’s dealing with, instead of yelling at him? Why is that your solution to everything, just to yell at people, why did teddy co even let you manage this building if you’re so emotionally unstable and incompetent
Good morning, its... Never morning on this floor. No problem, I hate the sun anyways. The only light I like is the computer or TV screen 🐺⛓️🥀
Or... Or maybe the lava from Jeremys floor, heh... skibidi...
s00000 d1d 1 m1ss 4nyth1ng 3LS3 wh1l3 1 w4s 0ut l00k1ng 4 n3w sw4g??
s33ms l1ke d4 b0d13s h1t d4 fl00r 0_o ... h0p3 br0h r3sp4wns s00n
( you are terrible at making conversation infected. some guy that looks like YOU is dead and ur making song references?? hate you..)
@NotRokeaLamp
(His thoughts were interrupted when the front door opened, foot steps slowly and carefully growing louder, as if the person who made them was reluctant of even coming in. The worlds red light lit up the empty and bloodied space after his peace had been violated by that gradient.)
. . .
( Christ, what. what just happened…? he was alright just a second ago?! )
( despite the worry, he can’t bring himself to get closer, too off put but the sight of blood mixed with snot, repulsed, he lowers the bouquet… )
He can’t stop sanitising his hands, he went through 3 bottles already in just the last few hours.
it seems no matter how much he tries, he just can’t get the blood off of his hands, he feels filthy, he’s spiralling.