Othermoose
Professinal Moose
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Austin sat in silence thinking deeply about the conversation he'd had with April. Austin knew himself, he knew that he couldn't just magically turn himself around into some happy, friendly, social butterfly. The way he acted was necessary for him. He couldn't deal with the emptiness that the lack of rage brought. Deep down Austin knew nothing would change. Even if he tried to be "acceptable" they'd still treat him like shit. He knew that he only had one option, regardless of what April said.
Austin was so deep on thought he almost didn't hear April. "Games?" He said. "How would we play any games? We're strapped to these fucking chairs." He said.
Austin was so deep on thought he almost didn't hear April. "Games?" He said. "How would we play any games? We're strapped to these fucking chairs." He said.