It went about as well as usual. Ask a question, and all the beat-up, weepy faces turn the other way.
Really loving the sense of community here. They were all in this together; together, that is, unless you weren't willing to bend over and follow orders for no good reason.
And that was just peacy. Instead of a big gaggle of stupidity, they were breaking into little globs and pockets of the dumb stuff.
He tilt his neck to the side, spreading his lips in a weathered grimace, tapping his toe on the metal floor.
"...nice t'see yer all takin' th'piss outta life, yeah," he muttered, "Don't matter none. Keep up'n attem, troops."
Shake of the head. Wild hair springing about, oddly less vigorous in motion. Grumbling something, he started up the ladder to the roof.
King sat on the roof, having excused himself to fix something. When he came back he hoped to break down some ideas for the group, but first, first he needed to fix this. Fix his stuff that was broken he thought, re-linking the chain he had. he set it down and maneuvered each part, twisting and turning the shapes onto each other. The chain represented something more than just a tie with his family, it represented this group.
What'd MR. Armisen use to say? A chain is only as strong as it's weakest link? some shit like that King thought as he started building and twisting it.
they label me a villain cause of how I express my feelings
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King looked up at Jeffry after he finished clipping the chain to his pants. There were a lot of things he could say
"F*)## you staring at scarecrow?"
"y'like what you see slim?"
but no, he didn't say either of those
he gave him the simplest, and yet the most complex reply two teenagers could give each other
"sup?"
they label me a villain cause of how I express my feelings
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