#// WILL fly into a tizzy in like *looks at watch* 0.003 seconds looking for lemon tho

[tewwor]

✧･ﾟ open | mutuals & non-mutuals | connection: some1 holding him hostage, fellow hitman with a kind heart that threw him into a safehouse or something, etc. ･ﾟ✧  

It’s a slow process to push past the heavy fog; oily slick and viscous like freshly lain tar. Tendrils stuck to him, sank into the folds of his mind to add weight onto his struggle.

But it broke eventually.

Tangerine resurfaces in a slow wake. Bleary, confused, tired. A record scratch of some voice played in the distance – first warbled, then stuffed. The tilt of head wasn’t voluntary as gravity starts to loll the head to one side, grating both joints and nerves. A small creak of breath’s made in response to the pain, but he didn’t babble or weep or scream bloody murder. No, he simply lies there stock still and calm. Still out of sorts, but eerily calm.

“This your digs?” He mutters, moving past the discomfort to the best of his ability; already trying to case surroundings and people ( person ? ) alike in search of one familiar presence.

#indie rp #crime rp #open rp #bullet train rp #* & open . #* & tangerine ━━ ❮ dialogue ❯ #// bonked his head or something ( probably a lot worse lbh ) #// WILL fly into a tizzy in like *looks at watch* 0.003 seconds looking for lemon tho

[tewwor-aaa]

✧･ﾟ open | mutuals & non-mutuals ･ﾟ✧

It’s a slow process to push past the heavy fog; oily slick and viscous like freshly lain tar. Tendrils stuck to him, sank into the folds of his mind to add weight onto his struggle. 

 But it broke eventually. 

Tangerine resurfaces in a slow wake. Bleary, confused, tired. A record scratch of some voice played in the distance – first warbled, then stuffed. The tilt of head wasn’t voluntary as gravity starts to loll the head to one side, grating both joints and nerves. A small creak of breath’s made in response to the pain, but he didn’t babble or weep or scream bloody murder. No, he simply lies there stock still and calm. Still out of sorts, but eerily calm.

“This your digs?” He mutters, moving past the discomfort to the best of his ability; already trying to case surroundings and people ( person ? ) alike in search of one familiar presence. 

#indie rp #crime rp #horror rp #supernatural rp #fandom rp #* & open . #⁺˚*･༓☾ tangerine ➟ convo ☽༓･*˚ #// bonked his head or something ( probably a lot worse lbh ) #// WILL fly into a tizzy in like *looks at watch* 0.003 seconds looking for lemon tho