( Not even the dead ones. At least trust that if he were going to start downing entire glasses of moonshine he wouldn't do it in front of a therapist. Or his partner. Or a mirror.
Okay, apocalypse moonshine shot padawan, allow him to guide you. He gives his packet a little flappy shake to get the powder to the bottom, then tears it open. Coats his tongue like an absolute eight year old with one of those giant tubes of rainbow sugar. A little noise from the back of his throat like eh? Meaning, are you following?
Okay, cool.
Down a swallow of white lightning as fast as you can like you're racing god himself, and through the cringe, a pinch of sugar and a mouthful of water to swish around like fucking mouthwash.
Does it actually help? Kind of. Still burns like a motherfucker though. )
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No trust in youths these days.
( Not even the dead ones. At least trust that if he were going to start downing entire glasses of moonshine he wouldn't do it in front of a therapist. Or his partner. Or a mirror.
Okay, apocalypse moonshine shot padawan, allow him to guide you. He gives his packet a little flappy shake to get the powder to the bottom, then tears it open. Coats his tongue like an absolute eight year old with one of those giant tubes of rainbow sugar. A little noise from the back of his throat like eh? Meaning, are you following?
Okay, cool.
Down a swallow of white lightning as fast as you can like you're racing god himself, and through the cringe, a pinch of sugar and a mouthful of water to swish around like fucking mouthwash.
Does it actually help?
Kind of.
Still burns like a motherfucker though. )