Twistedtroublemakers - Hiatus Indefinitely

“Oh, okay. Sorry, I misunderstood,” the woman said with a wave of her hand. A quiet laugh left her lips as she let her hand drop back down to her side. Of course, no one was shorter than them, they were on the butt-end of the bell curve when it came to height.

Hearing her voice wince like it did, and the unease she saw in her eyes made her feel bad for what she said.

“I’m sorry. I know how you feel on not wanting to remember things, especially regarding situations with men. I should probably stop talking,” she said with a frown forming on her face. She felt bad for the other. Maybe they’ve gone through similar situations.

“huh? oh no no he isn’t shorter than me! he is just much more shorter than men usually are… i guess. he’s pretty self cautious about his height too. though he’s lucky he’s like that. otherwise, i would have never wanted to befriend him.”

she moved her hand to adjust her glasses, then winced hearing her question. there she went again, making people feel bad. she avoided eye contact with the girl, feeling guilty for… absolutely nothing really.

“n-no! not at all! er, i just… those situations make me not too happy i guess… it makes me remember things i prefer not to.”

WELL, my boyfriend of 5 years and I broke up so I will likely be depressed and not be able to write anything for a week or so. Nice messages would be welcome

-Mun

*puts on cool socks* Ok ready to go

Me seeing that my favorite artist messaged me!! All of you should check out @sukkanen and see their adorable and lovable OCs!! 💕

👌😩Mun

Runaway

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🍸 🎺 ♏ It’s late and the male is actually drunk. A rare occurrence since he had such a high alcohol tolerance. Sure, he got buzzed almost every time he went out drinking, but it was a fun time when he actually could feel himself getting tipsy. Romeo decided to leave the bar and go back to his apartment to get some food. All the bars this late at night seemed to make everything so expensive, at least that’s how he saw it in his enibriated state. Food in his house was basically free now since he’s already paid for it. That’s how it works right?

“So ready for some pizza,” he hummed to himself as he walked down the sidewalk. As he did so, he hiccupped a little aggresively and fell on his ass. Laughing he tried leaning on the balls on his hands and slipped... down a hill. Smart boy he is when he’s drunk.

Tumbling down the incline, he settled at the bottom, which happened to be under a bridge. Laughing his ass off like a fool, he had messed up hair and a bit of mud on his jeans. Aesthetic. Trying to get a hold of his surroundings, he saw someone and waved to them, “Hey!”