β look, honβ¦ β the older lady sighs and scratches some more-dead-than-usual skin from her rotting neck.β i dig whatever thing ya got goinβ on, butβ¦i canβt letcha back in. themβs the rules, bj.β she coughs three times and pulls out a cigar with holes shot through it. scatter while you can, she seemed to say. soon, nobodyβs gonna want to take you back.
@spectergeuse
1 note
Β·
View note