legs are propped up quite comfortably on the edge of dark brown coffee table, toes underneath the soles of black boots click together in a neurotic manner. fidgeting. finds it difficult to remain still. “ seiji, you’re really pretty. i mean it, super pretty. probably the prettiest girl i’ve ever met. ” matter of fact in tone, though an empty compliment coming from the stone boy. liked to hand them out quite blindly. of course she was pretty, though he could say the same about most people he met.
struggling. hurting. he’s been crying all evening, locked himself in the bathroom. clumps of skin– flesh– lay on the floor, blood staining tile. parts of his arms, thighs, shoulders, are missing. cuts, cuts all over his body. claw marks. incisions. self - inflicted, wounds that mean so much. why’d he have to be saved ?
“ RUDI RUDI RUDI. ” soft pale skin does little to muffle the banging of stone knuckles against the bathroom door. he can hear the ghoul crying ( has been crying for quite some time ) though he didn’t know why, had just come over to see if rudi wanted to go to the woods with him. “ ah c’mon rudi open up and come play. it’s nice outside! “
he watches him,wonders how he could fuck this up. quite honestly the boy does well, rudi’s impressed. he’s not exactly a professional himself, he just knows how it’s done. michael’s initial reaction to the drug is funny to him; he laughs, entertained. probably a bad idea to give this hyper - active child something that will only double that.
then again it’s not a good idea for rudi to have it, either. gets reckless. “ yous did it good ! we’ll do more in a sec, just— tell me how yous feelin’. good, ain’t it ? like it ? feel that energy ? “
THE ENERGY was incredible, the most alive he’d ever felt. it was as if his body had been shocked to life, felt like he could run and run and run !! head nods at rudi, eyes are REALLY DARK now, wide and BLACK. he wants to stand up, wants to move so he does. hand reaches out for rudi too, devilish grin in place. “ c’mon lets go DO something. you gotta bring the coke though, don’t forget that. “ not sure what he wants to do exactly, just knows he doesnt want to SIT.
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