Me: * sees Satisfied animation for the fIRST TIME and loved it, watched the all the Hamilton animation by glacticbun (the reason I discovered Hamilton) *
Me* discovered that I have entered the abyss called Hamilton * * eNTERED THE ABYSS *
Me: * listened to all of the Hamilton soundtrack* * pLAYED IT ALL THE TIME MAKING MY PARENTS ANNOYED *
Me: *“aCCIDENTALLY” MEMORIZED THE SONGS* wELp my baadd * screams inside*
Me: * Wants to see the play but..no money and livES in a different country * Why— *I Cri*
“How am I supposed to stay calm? You–” Either he yelled or he hissed, his eyes coloured anger. Chest tightened, his throat clenched. He was going to be sick.
It wasn’t Anthony’s body count that got him. It wasn’t his dislike for Anthony’s ex that got him. It was that Anthony had Gilbert in his body count. Anthony screwed Mikhail’s uncle.
His breaths came awfully laboured. Simply to continue his existence. Even if it hurt– Was this the kind of situation it was better to walk away from? In what world would he calmly deal with this?
“You lied to me.” Was that why Anthony took to such a terse tone to Gilbert. Anything concerning Gilbert came with general disinterest– No, it wasn’t disinterest. It was caution bore from deceit. Deceit. Mikhail’s head spun, his heart in his throat as he looked to Anthony for some kind of excuse to believe.