❝ I’m awake but at what cost. I don’t set my
alarm with reason. ❞
‘’Well huh…’’
‘’I see all of y’all are still lookin’ basic and Draven is lookin’ well…’’
‘’Draaaaven~’’
‘’All of you people..’’
‘’In my business.’’
‘’Get some lives.’’
‘’Mmm…’’
‘’Damn that’s a fine ass..’’
‘’And voice…’’
‘’And.. Face…’’
‘’Draven’s so hot.’’
The mechanized man fiddled with his fingers, tweaking some of the nuts and screws in them. He always was notified if something was even a bit under optimal working conditions.
Hm. It seemed he needed a different tool to get this less than tiny bolt tightened in. So with that, the nearly now emotionless (More like stoic) cyborg made way to any near by hardware store. It’s been a while since the accident he didn’t remember. Now he was just a mind under Swain.
“If a certain undead brute runs over my brother over a spray bottle I am doing no shit to assist that.”
The pomerianian was currently sleeping at his door mat. Ever since he was turned into a little dog, he had to walk his ass all the way home.
But when he made it home..
He realized his doorknob was a few feet up.
And that he needed thumbs to open a knob.
And that he needed keys…
Ohp no bed. Door mat it is
Draven pinched his nose. “Mmm… Headaches. Stress. Worry.. Mmm.”
“..Fuck I think *hic* I drank too much.”