No, it isn't. So I don't know why the hell you're still here.
(it's caustic, it's probably making himself an enemy, but the world's taught him that placing his trust in someone he's only just met is a bigger death warrant than some coat hanger. his arm aches from the pin against the ground, dully, reminding him.
hei whips the coat hanger at the ground, letting it skitter away. a last appeasement, the drugs that've eked out of his system leaving his fingers shaking. he curls them into tight fists to hide the fact, everything caught and bitten back behind a tight jaw.)
Too deep for that brittle thing. (grunted,) I'd need a knife.
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(it's caustic, it's probably making himself an enemy, but the world's taught him that placing his trust in someone he's only just met is a bigger death warrant than some coat hanger. his arm aches from the pin against the ground, dully, reminding him.
hei whips the coat hanger at the ground, letting it skitter away. a last appeasement, the drugs that've eked out of his system leaving his fingers shaking. he curls them into tight fists to hide the fact, everything caught and bitten back behind a tight jaw.)
Too deep for that brittle thing. (grunted,) I'd need a knife.