But... I Don't Cry! //Open RP//
Tears. Courfeyrac’s vision went blurry as his eyes filled with water. A tear fell down his face, and he was shocked. Courfeyrac doesn’t cry. Ever. But now, there were tears on his face because of a TV show. As the credits rolled for the last episode of Sherlock, Courfeyrac pulled out his phone and sent a mass text which read: “To all of you who have watched Sherlock to the end, please come console me. To those who haven’t seen it, or haven’t finished it, I strongly advise you never to finish it, or to never begin it.
Daxton woke up on a hard surface, his head was pounding, he hit his head hard on the concrete, but he just simply shrugged it off. He was far too used to this at this point, it’s been about a year or two since he’s been beat up so now he was just traumatized beyond belief. The green eyed teen slowly hoisted himself up, wincing and groaning in pain as he did so. He started making his way back to his house, not wanting to look or talk to anyone at this point. After a couple of minutes he made it home. He then realized he walked to Brian’s house almost by instinct. This..is not my house. I’m just gonna quietly go..home.
