forum Why Can’t I Just Hate You?! (Closed with Eli-the-transboi) (1/1) (MxM) (TW)
Started by @Rhys group
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@Eli-the-transboi group

Lixian growls and drives away, his eye twitching. Later that night, he drives back home, stumbling into the apartment. He was drunk. Very drunk. He slumps against the wall, grumbling.

@Rhys group

Reo was sprawled out on the couch, his arms crossed behind his head, eyes closed and he seemed very relaxed.

He just- stays over a Lixan’s house— force of habit- like- I dont wanna get called in the middle of the night and make an excuse to my parents- XDDD

@Rhys group

Reo gets up, slowly walking towards him, “LIaxian. . , you shouldn’t be drinking this much. . .” He hesitates, then reaches over, placing his hand on the bottle slightly.

@Rhys group

Reo bites his lip, watching the bruise quickly form, “Lixian. . . You know what happens when you get drunk like this. . .” His voices is even softer than normal and he looks down, silent.

@Rhys group

Reo takes another step away, shaking his head, “Please. . . St-stop. . .” He whispers.

(When I say he whispers, its REAL fucking quiet, cause he normally whispers)

@Rhys group

Reo rushes forward, catching Lixian, “Lix-Lixian-“ He holds onto him gently, worry in his gaze while inside, his mind was screaming at him to both help and get away from the heavily drunk man.

@Rhys group

Reo whines, setting Lixian down and backing away, not sure what to do in the situation. He resulted in leaving him there, throwing a blanket over him and retreating to the couch, watching the light bruises form on his fingers for a moment before laying down and closing his eyes. The bruises would be almost gone by morning.

@Rhys group

Reo had stayed on the couch the whole time, not even eating. If Lixian caught him eat his food. Reo didn’t want to know what would happen. It could be on of the rare things Lixan didn’t yell at him about, but Reo wasn’t going to risk it. So, he sat there, mute and just on his phone.

@Rhys group

Reo bites his lip, slumping onto the couch, pulling his knees up to his chest and waited. For what, he didn’;t know, but he had the feeling he was waiting for something.