Christ but that was ages past. I was binding then, and all.
Thing about Sen, as well about Verne and the twins, the whole lot that ran with em, is there was no questioning the man, eh boy, I was. Never felt out of place among em, or I mean the times I did weren’t any of their doing. Chalk that up to workings of dysphoria and those around the rest of town.
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Thing as well. It does me good, hearing you excited and [ … ] speaking of me and then seeing me in myself then as now.
Does me good as well, thinking my image’s been with you since before you met. You been keeping that video and see, now you’ll be keeping your Vevay precisely like so. c: 🧡
That with the chair, Sen was vexed for weeks after, the translation of which came to repeated grousing and wheedling favours seein as his back was sore n busted and how could I’ve brought such anguish on the future of a bright young man. As if there’s any chair in the world could keep the blagger down. 🙄 My worry was his mum’d be steamed to fuck with me, but not a soul ratted and my sense now’s Sen himself would’ve caught a haranguing for walking to the situation eyes filled with knowing.
See, point of the endeavour’d been settling up an argument, aye and filling time as well. Question came up whether I could, chair in my hands, knock him down or if he’d keep his feet.
Hadn’t counted on that chair unfolding. Or on my own strength, truth be told. Seems dish washing and hauling lumber’ll build a man’s arms some.
The incident won me a bottle of MD 20/20, grape iirc, and a half pack of smokes which I’ll point out, only in case the wise arse brings it up outside my hearing, I shared half that half with the man hisself. Seemed only right, what with Kev stealing the one half smoked.
Most of the 20 went lost to retching, but there’s a tale as old as time.
Set the chair on fire that night as well, and in that very alley. Walker, he that owned the pub those days, came out to warm his hands a minute and throw on an old bench or somesuch assemblage of old wood. Not so bad a night for anyone not goin by the name Senan.
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I’d no clue there’s footage of that??
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Christ but that was ages past. I was binding then, and all.
Thing about Sen, as well about Verne and the twins, the whole lot that ran with em, is there was no questioning the man, eh boy, I was. Never felt out of place among em, or I mean the times I did weren’t any of their doing. Chalk that up to workings of dysphoria and those around the rest of town.
[ … ]
Thing as well. It does me good, hearing you excited and [ … ] speaking of me and then seeing me in myself then as now.
Does me good as well, thinking my image’s been with you since before you met. You been keeping that video and see, now you’ll be keeping your Vevay precisely like so. c: 🧡
That with the chair, Sen was vexed for weeks after, the translation of which came to repeated grousing and wheedling favours seein as his back was sore n busted and how could I’ve brought such anguish on the future of a bright young man. As if there’s any chair in the world could keep the blagger down. 🙄 My worry was his mum’d be steamed to fuck with me, but not a soul ratted and my sense now’s Sen himself would’ve caught a haranguing for walking to the situation eyes filled with knowing.
See, point of the endeavour’d been settling up an argument, aye and filling time as well. Question came up whether I could, chair in my hands, knock him down or if he’d keep his feet.
Hadn’t counted on that chair unfolding. Or on my own strength, truth be told. Seems dish washing and hauling lumber’ll build a man’s arms some.
The incident won me a bottle of MD 20/20, grape iirc, and a half pack of smokes which I’ll point out, only in case the wise arse brings it up outside my hearing, I shared half that half with the man hisself. Seemed only right, what with Kev stealing the one half smoked.
Most of the 20 went lost to retching, but there’s a tale as old as time.
Set the chair on fire that night as well, and in that very alley. Walker, he that owned the pub those days, came out to warm his hands a minute and throw on an old bench or somesuch assemblage of old wood. Not so bad a night for anyone not goin by the name Senan.