DeersackBatman
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes...
↳ ȡєɔʆɒɳ ɳσяɱɒɳ βʊяяσωϛ →→→ ☠
Declan frowned. Ouch. What a thing to wake up to. The boy tried to brush it off, hoping he didn't look too bothered about it. It wasn't working. "I...I-I hope you slept o-okay," he murmured, unable to make eye contact with Demetrious. Declan gave a small sigh, unsure of what to do with himself, now.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy...
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy...