| Current mood: | carefree |
| Current music: | Metallica * Enter Sandman |
Rolls my eyes toward the door slowly, neck craning to see Craven craven_addams standing in the entrance. My whole body is light and moving it the way I want is difficult. It almost feels like my limbs are tied to marionnette strings.
I manage to slide a hand in my pocket, fish around, and extend my arm, backwards, towards him, a little white pill between my fingers, clutched like a pearl.
"You wanna forget yourself, Craven? Step Inside."
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