psychdelilahkj

[psychdelilahkj]

burn bright

[psychdelilahkj]

Bli is funding the killjoys

[psychdelilahkj]

Tagging @raging-rain @decomposedprince

[psychdelilahkj]

“Oh- I see.” He furrows his brows, thinking about the way he phrased it concernedly. It’s been years since Psych first had his close call with death and thinking that maybe he should’ve stayed dead. But the person in front of him seems to end up bringing out a lot of that time for Psych. “Gang bosses are definitely not people you wanna mess with if you can avoid it,”

lighter

Psych pulls out a painted stainless steel lighter. The paint is chipping off, but Psych still loves it anyway. He flicks it on, lighting his own cigarette before holding it out for Tex to light his.

[psychdelilahkj]

“Why would it cause problems for them?” Psych asks gently. He peers at Tex through the darkness of the room. Psych was always the little brother to everyone around him so, that feeling makes sense to him in a reverse sort of way.

lighter

Psych pulls out a painted stainless steel lighter. The paint is chipping off, but Psych still loves it anyway. He flicks it on, lighting his own cigarette before holding it out for Tex to light his.

[psychdelilahkj]

“Just some painkillers. I think I’ve got enough of everything else,” He looks around trying to find one of the familiar shaped bottles, “I get hurt a lot, but it’s not exactly like I can always take time to heal. Especially, because I’m a lone wolf out there,”

Psych hadn’t been to the City in awhile, not since the close call he had with re-education. But it being his first home, he got called back in that intangible way. He breathes in that dirty air and takes in the grimey, grafittied streets. There are pornodroids hanging around the corner and he instantly feels a pang of nostalgia and misses his original family. But he tries to refocus on getting the supplies he needs from BLi, his excuse for coming here. He’s turning a corner when he accidently bumps into someone, “Oh shit, sorry.” @raging-rain

[psychdelilahkj]

“Yeah- I dunno,” Psych says, feeling unsure of himself suddenly. He sighs, “It’s bittersweet seeing someone who does that because for a split second it feels like they’re back, but then you always come back to the reality that they aren’t,”

lighter

Psych pulls out a painted stainless steel lighter. The paint is chipping off, but Psych still loves it anyway. He flicks it on, lighting his own cigarette before holding it out for Tex to light his.

[psychdelilahkj]

Psych gets that and nods in the dark, before realizing Tex might not be able to see. “For me, I see the people who mean the most to me in everything,”

lighter

Psych pulls out a painted stainless steel lighter. The paint is chipping off, but Psych still loves it anyway. He flicks it on, lighting his own cigarette before holding it out for Tex to light his.

[psychdelilahkj]

He’s glad he’s not the only one with a story like that. That he’s not alone in that existential way. Psych sees Tex look at him across the room and he smiles when he sees Tex’s, “What?” He asks curious as to what Tex is thinking.

lighter

Psych pulls out a painted stainless steel lighter. The paint is chipping off, but Psych still loves it anyway. He flicks it on, lighting his own cigarette before holding it out for Tex to light his.

[psychdelilahkj]

“Yeah, that’ll be nice and I’m sure he’ll appreciate it,” He smiles slightly, “And yeah- it is really nice to know there are trustworthy people out there.” He looks at the bandaging, “Hmmm- Maybe that one. That one usually works for me around the shoulder,” He looks around picking out some of the supplies he needs.

Psych hadn’t been to the City in awhile, not since the close call he had with re-education. But it being his first home, he got called back in that intangible way. He breathes in that dirty air and takes in the grimey, grafittied streets. There are pornodroids hanging around the corner and he instantly feels a pang of nostalgia and misses his original family. But he tries to refocus on getting the supplies he needs from BLi, his excuse for coming here. He’s turning a corner when he accidently bumps into someone, “Oh shit, sorry.” @raging-rain

[psychdelilahkj]

“Yeah, I don’t go there much these days, though I do visit from time to time,” He thinks about the past, about what life was like before, “Used to live there when I was a kid, had a crew there,”

lighter

Psych pulls out a painted stainless steel lighter. The paint is chipping off, but Psych still loves it anyway. He flicks it on, lighting his own cigarette before holding it out for Tex to light his.

[psychdelilahkj]

“Not really,” Psych says, in response, “Got a radio, but it hardly works.” He stares at the ceiling, “It’s pretty solitary out here. At least when you don’t have a crew,”

lighter

Psych pulls out a painted stainless steel lighter. The paint is chipping off, but Psych still loves it anyway. He flicks it on, lighting his own cigarette before holding it out for Tex to light his.

[psychdelilahkj]

Psych lies there for awhile, not really wanting to sleep. He’s been avoiding it lately. So instead he just stares at the ceiling, not really doing anything. He eventually glances over at Tex, but just turns back to look at the ceiling, not sure what to say about neither of them sleeping. He lies there until he’s in a doze, not awake but not asleep either.

lighter

Psych pulls out a painted stainless steel lighter. The paint is chipping off, but Psych still loves it anyway. He flicks it on, lighting his own cigarette before holding it out for Tex to light his.

[psychdelilahkj]

Psych eyes soften when she talks about learning to play, “It’s good to keep promises to them if we can,” He says referring to the people that are gone. Psych knows the place by heart, a bit of nostalgia flooding in as he walks towards it with Rain. “I know what you mean. You’re definitely pleasant company while I’m here,”

Psych hadn’t been to the City in awhile, not since the close call he had with re-education. But it being his first home, he got called back in that intangible way. He breathes in that dirty air and takes in the grimey, grafittied streets. There are pornodroids hanging around the corner and he instantly feels a pang of nostalgia and misses his original family. But he tries to refocus on getting the supplies he needs from BLi, his excuse for coming here. He’s turning a corner when he accidently bumps into someone, “Oh shit, sorry.” @raging-rain

[psychdelilahkj]

“No problem,” Psych replies. He goes and finds a spot in another corner where he sits down stretching, before laying down and staring at the ceiling.

lighter

Psych pulls out a painted stainless steel lighter. The paint is chipping off, but Psych still loves it anyway. He flicks it on, lighting his own cigarette before holding it out for Tex to light his.

[psychdelilahkj]

Psych sighs, “Better than nothing,” he gestures around the place, “Make yourself at home. There’s a mattress in the corner you can take for the night. You seem like you need the rest,”

lighter

Psych pulls out a painted stainless steel lighter. The paint is chipping off, but Psych still loves it anyway. He flicks it on, lighting his own cigarette before holding it out for Tex to light his.

[psychdelilahkj]

Psych pushes himself off as well, leading Tex to his car and doing the quick drive to his hideout. When they get there, he stops the car, getting out, “Home sweet home,” he mutters at the abandoned building before leading Tex in through a back window.

lighter

Psych pulls out a painted stainless steel lighter. The paint is chipping off, but Psych still loves it anyway. He flicks it on, lighting his own cigarette before holding it out for Tex to light his.