#knoxie rp

[askknox]

Go on then. I’ll go fish it out from the old ice bucket in m’ car. One sec, buddy boy.

esther smith.

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[sinsoakedsaints]

based on: just thought you should know by betty who.

open to: anyone!

With a balled fist, Knox banged a rhythm against the cold silver of his friend Derek’s fridge, the action growing more irritated as the dial tone persisted – until finally he reached the voicemail options.

( He hopes he won’t have to press any buttons, he’s not sure he could discern them at present. )

What had began as a relatively lowkey party had taken a slow spiral with each bottle of beer he cracked open, funny anecdotes and memories reminisced between friends quickly morphing into haunting reminders of days gone by.

Love and loss – it’s not unusual for one to inform the other, and at his age Knox should have known better than to let himself be so struck by the latter that he fed into the idea of the former.

That train of thought and the shots he had all but railed were what had led him to the kitchen, the quietest area of the house at present, where he could pour his heart down the line while pacing with another beer in hand.

( He was spilling that in the process too. )

“You know what’s just really fucked?” He opens, all his capacity for attention to detail being directed into not slurring his words, which left him little functionality to be able to craft a string of sentences that really explained what the hell he was trying to say.

“It’s been, what, a year? Probably more, and you’re running around town looking like you’re having a fucking ball, and I’m stuck here living in a fucking apartment we used to share with reminders in every fucking corner of the place of a life we had and it’s like that shit doesn’t even matter to you anymore. Like I don’t even matter anymore.”

Heated words give way to a faux sense of heated existence, his pace stilling so he could lean his forehead against the front of the fridge, the chill it provided acting as a means for him to simmer down both literally and figuratively.

“I love you, yeah? I know I’m not supposed to say that – but it’s just the truth, and I wasn’t raised to be a liar. That’s about all I wanted to say. Bye.”

[askknox]

… Me neither, lil’ bruv.

… … Hey, sounds like a good start though, right? I mean, I in’t got a cookie, but I think I got milk somewhere an’ I’m like, eighty two percent sure it in’t sour yet.

esther smith.

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[askknox]

Wh—

I— I dunno?! Eat a cookie and drink some warm milk or whatever! That’s like… what parents do for their kids in the movies, right?

esther smith.

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[askknox]

Y—

Oh. Huh?

Oh! Yeah! I mean… tch. Right. ‘Course, just testin’.

Bugs! Right, bugs, man. Y’ don’t like ‘em; me neither. No worries. So, get enough sleep— and y’ won’t have to worry about hallucinatin’ any freaky Spinaraks, yeah?

esther smith.

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[askknox]

A no go on the bugs, huh? Yeah, neither. Freaky lil’ f— fffff… …buttheads.

esther smith.

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[askknox]

Hah! Pff. I hate to tell ya man, but like… that shite is kinda like… somethin’ you need to do an’ stuff?

Was on a job once. Didn’t sleep for fourty eight hours straight. Started hallucinatin’ Spinarak everywhere. No jokes! Social construct makin’ people might be onto somethin’ with that one.

esther smith.

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[askknox]

Wait— for real? …Nah way bruv. No bedtime is one thing, yeah. But like, energy drinks too? That’s way too metal.

esther smith.

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[askknox]

… Snrk.

Looks like it’s someone’s nap time.

esther smith.

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[askknox]

Y’ need to get better comebacks, bruv. Anyways, I in’t gonna fight a kid, that’s not cool, innit.

esther smith.

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