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𝐱𝐱𝐱i𝐢𝐢.
𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕...
𝖴𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖺
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͙⁺˚*･༓☾✩☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
Alkaline's POV
͙⁺˚*･༓☾✩☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
Months earlier...
"THAT'S THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK ASH.." I sighed, tightly wrapping the gauze around his delicate, bruised fingers. Ashtray had been recently fighting even more than usual and it was becoming weird.
"Well, it's not my fault." He said, shoving yet- another tissue up his left nostril.
"Oh really?" I looked at him sternly in disbelief. "I'm being for real! They keep pissing me off." He replied, furrowing his eyebrows.
"So you beat the shit out of the guy just cause he pissed you off?"
"Yeah!"
I sighed for what felt like the millionth time, why do I even argue with him, he never backs down and argues his side to death. "Why do I even put up with you?" I said.
"Cause you love me." He smiled after he had said the most cheesy line he could ever say.
"Oh yeah?" I replied, tightly tying his bandage as I heard him groan in pain from my sudden action. "Yes, I love you very much so." I laughed.
"If you like fighting so much why don't you just become a boxer? Beat people up who actually stand a chance against you?" I mocked him.
