ok so this turns on the bath and this gets the water to the tempature you want, you take your time. ill be downstairs. i left you some bandages for your... *clears throat* injury... ill get ready downstairs *grabs toothbrushes and essentials including a hairdryer* ill buy you some new clothes tommorow and... burn your old ones *smol laugh*
*his muscles tense. He grips onto the bottom of his shorts nervously. You notice he also has bandaids across his arms and legs, some of them falling off*
*he sniffles a little under the mask, holding it onto his face and signs “my dad… he was drunk one night and just” *his hands are shaking too much to comprehend what he’s trying to say*
gotcha *flips open laptop* *types furiously for about 10 minutes* census of *insert rp year* pierce: 4586 elton street just about a 20 minute ride. she turns a look of unopposed fury in her eyes "get changed, my boyfriend left some old stuff here then meet me downstairs. time for a LITTLE family reunion..." *closes door*
*he starts to shake more, shaking his head and taking off his mask. He quickly hides underneath the bed. His breathing is rapid now, the bandages on his face appearing to be wet. He’s having a panic attack*
(btw he has 2 different personalities, basically he goes from wholesome to overly protective real fast) here, *puts burgers near edge of the bed* ill be downstairs when your ready.
*he watches you leave, though it’s impossible to tell with the bandages. After a few moments he starts to calm down. He takes the burger hesitates and takes a bite. Before long, it’s gone. He gets out from under the bed and wipes his face, putting his mask back on and going downstairs*
(downstairs) *crying sitting in front of a mirror* you had another chance, someone to get to know get to understand... and your stupid PIECE OF SH!T @SS DECIDED TO GO AND RUIN IT *pointing at mirror* god cant you keep your unstable ass from going psycho for 2 friendships... *looks over* oh shit *covers mirror* uh hey... how-ya feelin... just uh... watching some LOKI yknow...
(AHHH MY FACKIN HEART AHHHHHHH) *emotional breakdown whilst huggin tightly* i dont even know your damn name but i love you you tiny adorable piece of crap
*he closes the door. You hear the shower running. After about 30 minutes the water stops. He is wearing a towel and he peeks outside and signs “do you have clothes I can borrow for now?”*
hun i used to work as a paranormal investigator ive seen shit that will turn you white. plus *signs: your safe here with me* also can you talk? *jokingly* my hands are a little tired...