🎧 homophonic | pcs | lee rang

[silicone]

i go to funeral homes on purpose, too.

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[silicone]

Trust me, I'm sure it can... I'm just a human.

[ he swallows tightly, unconscious of it as his pulse thrums hard at his neck. his hand shifts, thumb warm against tang's pulse as he wraps it around his wrist. ]

[foxicide]

[Rang's eyes flick from Eiden's face to the very human hand on his wrist, then after a beat, he releases Eiden, pulling back first with a smile.]

Let's save it for later. It'd be hard to draw with a broken hand.

[silicone]

[ sweats on the inside. ]

I... right... [ maybe after 8 weeks? regardless, he's moving past him to go! and sit! right there at the tree! ] Well. Regardless. You're sharing.

[foxicide]

[he doesn't sit next to eiden but he does just kind of loom over him, probably blocking the light,]

Here, you'll want this back.

[dangles the pencil in front of his face]

[silicone]

[




... tries to grab it back? ]

Come on, that's the only one I've got that's still kind of sharp.

[foxicide]

[



yanks it to the side,]

You could sharpen them with something sharp. Don't you have knives?

[silicone]

N...o? I don't carry knives on me?

[ he lunges and just tries to. grab at rang's leg (thigh). give it to me. ]