ThugWorkout wrote:
ryan was sat in the park. he was wearing a tank top and a hoody, with the hood up, and skinny jeans with wrecked converse. a cigarette was rested between his fingers and his phone in the other hand as he waited for some sort of sign that xanthe was still speaking to him. he was a jerk, he knew that. but he would never intentionally hurt her.
demuré was still in her bedroom, getting dressed. she hadn't had a very good night's sleeping, she was awake all night, worrying about chase, and whether he was okay. she sighed deeply. she pulled on her clean underwear and then a pair of shorts over some tights, and a baggy sweater.
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sorry, I had to go for dinner.