Memory Lane (Dorian/Eugene; closed rp)
His head was spinning and he could taste the familiar taste of iron in his mouth, and when it all came into focus, reality set in.
There was nothing the spy could do but watch the train wreck continue.
When he managed to open his eyes, he was welcomed with a skull-splitting headache.
“You look like shit, mon petit.” He chuckled lightly as he nudged the door closed behind him, giving Eugene his usual smirk.
Eugene groaned, the pain began to settle in, and the Spy stalked around him like a cat playing with its food.
Memory Lane (Dorian/Eugene; closed rp)
His head was spinning and he could taste the familiar taste of iron in his mouth, and when it all came into focus, reality set in.
There was nothing the spy could do but watch the train wreck continue.
When he managed to open his eyes, he was welcomed with a skull-splitting headache.
Fidget…?? -He cleared his throat and brushed off his shirt idly.- Eugene. N’ sorry ‘bout the odd meet n’ greet there, didn’ know wot t’ expect.
-Eugene backs up a bit, his shoulders raising defensively.-
Whoa there, sheila…
Naw. >:I
Th’ hell do yeh keep comin’ back here for…?
-The bushman shudders with the sensation of eyes on him.- Jeeze…
Mm, think nothin’ of it, mate. I ‘aven’t seen many spooks ‘round neither. -narrows gaze.-
Yer koind’s loike spoiders, ain’t they… Fer every one yeh see, there’s more yeh don’t. Heh… It is yer job, roight.
I hope you have a wonderful birthday, Despondence! Have this gift from a stranger who’s played TF2 with you a couple times. ●ᴥ●
W-woOW, THANK YOU. ;UUU; He’s so cute skjdjksdnvjgmmb.
