see you tomorrowo
Okay... promise me to try your best to just ignore Arthur. Stop thinking about him; act like he doesn't so much as exist. If he talks to you, don't say a word. Don't even look at him or do anything to let him know you even know he's there. At least not until I can teach you to defend yourself better. *He rested his cheek over Jeff's head, his embrace turning more protective as he subconsciously recalled the wounds Jeff got in fights with Art* ... I'm just worried about you, Jeff..
*Jeff just listened to him, sighing and finally raising his gaze to look at him* …I will try it. I will… *he frowned a bit, just hearing Art’s name made him get angry* I won’t pay any attention to him next time. Now please… put something on, you get cold too easily and getting sick having to go to such a work you have isn’t good… I will get in the coat with you if you want, okay?
" Why You Little... Have Some Respect! " He Yelled Loudly, Punching The Top Of The Younger's Head Harshly.
FUCK YOU *he yelled when Jeff punched him, punching his stomach back*
((i was going through my activity to check other blogs and i saw you reblogged the ask with a reply! I’m on my phone and can’t reblog it properly, so if you sent it in an ask it’d be amazing! (or you can just wait till tomorrow bby uvu)
He Let Out A Heavy Groan And Pulled At His Own Hair. " Ugh!! KIDS! " He Frowned. " Stop Being A Little Shit Or I'll Hit You Again. "
Hit me and I’ll hit you back.
((i understand your jeff’s pain and i’m so sorry about that omg
*Remaining silent as Jeff pressed against him, it could be felt how he was already beginning to quiver as his body tried to fight off the cold he felt. It wasn't even that cold, seeing as they were inside. He just looked down at the other, his eyes softening and with a bit of contemplation, he turned off the razor. Just setting it down now, he put his arms around his love to embrace him* ... Only if you promise something to me. And try your absolute hardest to keep to your word.
*Not saying anything, Jeff wrapped his arms around Shayde’s back too to rub it and try to keep him warm; nodding at his words*
" Because I Am You, Fuck-ass. Just Older. "
maby i can halp you or am i bothering you?
No, I’m fine with you. Just… keep being like that.
Throws a knife at Jeff's fingers and cuts them off) whoops...i missed." ( Smiles)
*Noticing what he was going to do, he quickly moved his hands away, just getting a cut on his fingers* …indeed you did.
((i want my character to have fingers yo
they dont grow back like hair does omfg
*Having expected Jeff to try and stop him, Shayde raised up the razor so the killer couldn't hit it away from him* What does it look like I'm doing? If you insist on suffering in silence, then I'll take it upon myself to not let you do it alone. *He looked down at the younger boy with an easy expression, as if the answer should have been completely obvious*
But you don’t have to do that, damn it! *He raised both hands to try to reach it, even jumping. Seeing it was impossible, he ran his fingers through his love’s hair to grab it -being careful not to hurt him- and pressing his face against his chest* I am not suffering, and if I was you wouldn’t have to do it too, okay!? Put that thing down and put your shirt on again, we both know how you are with cold… *his voice got lower and lower as he talked, ending in almost a whisper* Please…