Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150610231734/@comment-25686329-20150813204607

Yankee surpressed a smile.

Love sucked.

He hated it. He hated feelings, he hated the idea of relationships... mostly because he had never had one he viewed (in hindsight) as sucessful.

It was always nice to see someone else's end unsucessfully.

"I'm... sorry..." He said slowly.

He wasn't.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'd be trying to get with you if I had a garuntee I wasn't gonna shoot you later in life..."

WHAT THE FRICK ARE YOU EVEN SAYING!

''GOSH DANGIT, YANKEE, GET YOUR SHIZ TOGETHER! YOU'RE A STONE-COLD BAD-ARSE, AND NOW YOU'RE FLOUNDERING LIKE SOME KINDA MIDDLE-SCHOOL IDIOT!''

WHY ARE YOU EVEN YELLING AT YOURSELF!