Leaning back in his chair slightly, he took a long swig of his beer, before looking at the other.
❝It's called relaxing, brother.—❞ xitter.gq/invidusdemortem/status…
A long, exasperated breathe slid from the Mutants mouth; looking down at his now soiled clothing.
❝God, I want t'kill you...—❞ xitter.gq/invidusdemortem/status…
He smirks, chuckling slightly as he grips a glass of beer.
❝An' that's why Pa liked me best, Jimmy. You were always a bitch.—❞ xitter.gq/invidusdemortem/status…