[Footsteps? Coming closer this time, not just passing idly by his cell. His throat was painfully dry, raw even, and everything ached to the point where he couldn't lift his head at all to see who was approaching.
So, of course, he was going to assume the worst with that hoarse, pained voice.]
Finally gonna do somethin' with me... ? 'bout fuckin' time. Not cool, makin' a guy wait...
my hero ;.;
So, of course, he was going to assume the worst with that hoarse, pained voice.]
Finally gonna do somethin' with me... ? 'bout fuckin' time. Not cool, makin' a guy wait...