The Swede did not know what else to do so huffed, pushing some of his bleached blond hair back away from his face and walked up to Rekker, slapping him across the face to wake him up or snap him out of it. His depressive state or whatever the fuck this was. Shit! He wasn't going anywhere and knew he'd have to deal with this crap if he were to stay with the ginger. His heart ached for the man.
"Fuck off am I going anywhere! Get the fuck up off your sorry ass and realise what the fuck is going on!"
The singer shouting at the Brit, giving him another shove in the back with his hand, not wanting to hurt him because of his injuries but needed to slap him awake. He knew Rekker was in some sort of depressive state so had to try and do his best. Would it even work?
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Date: 2021-10-30 08:40 pm (UTC)"Fuck off am I going anywhere! Get the fuck up off your sorry ass and realise what the fuck is going on!"
The singer shouting at the Brit, giving him another shove in the back with his hand, not wanting to hurt him because of his injuries but needed to slap him awake. He knew Rekker was in some sort of depressive state so had to try and do his best. Would it even work?
Fuck knew.