[ This place is a fucking nightmare. Between sleeping--and not sleeping--and then sleeping--but also not sleeping--and all of the bullshit that's happened this month alone, Kugrash is beginning to hate Massachusetts even more. He didn't think that was possible. At this point it's honestly getting to the New Jersey level of blind rage.
Bonnie's Flophouse is kind of nice in the way that it's fancy by his standards but not too fancy like ADI, and he finds himself wandering around and making sure everything's alright before his usual running around the city and trying to figure out where the fuck he's most helpful.
Kugrash isn't surprised there's someone dozed off in a chair--everyone's been doing that lately--but he is surprised as the other slouches even further on the chair and adamantly cries out to be believed. ]
God fucking dammit. [ The first bit is muttered under his breath as he reaches over to gently grasp at the other's shoulder. ] Hey, kid--Kid! Wake the hell up, huh?
[ Despite his terse words, he's sincerely worried. ]
1; throws a rat dad at you
Bonnie's Flophouse is kind of nice in the way that it's fancy by his standards but not too fancy like ADI, and he finds himself wandering around and making sure everything's alright before his usual running around the city and trying to figure out where the fuck he's most helpful.
Kugrash isn't surprised there's someone dozed off in a chair--everyone's been doing that lately--but he is surprised as the other slouches even further on the chair and adamantly cries out to be believed. ]
God fucking dammit. [ The first bit is muttered under his breath as he reaches over to gently grasp at the other's shoulder. ] Hey, kid--Kid! Wake the hell up, huh?
[ Despite his terse words, he's sincerely worried. ]