(well, shit. he's not coming home so soon, anyway, and when he does, it's when the sun is way too shining outside. he expects haru to be out, or at the very least, asleep. it is around noon, anyway. he slides off his leather jacket, putting it on the hanger as he drags the cigarette that nearly falls from his lips when he sees that she's ACTUALLY HOME.
well, shit fuck shit.)
Are you mad about the lying or the everything else?
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well, shit fuck shit.)
Are you mad about the lying or the everything else?