[ hope you guys are ready to come face to face with jack and rhys' weird banter because rhys just bites back with -- ]
You just don't seem like a friend person, is all.
[ and then continues to listen to the rest of them. liz's cockblock fails because it. sure isn't helping since seeing jason and luke and hearing them speak makes rhys feel weird and when rhys feels weird, he gets weirder. which means he's stepping a bit closer to jack and curling his fingers in the back of his shirt, frown turning from curious to disapproving.
he's not even sure what he's disapproving. ]
So, kill yourself. Jesus, it's not like it's fucking hard. Then you cut out the rest of it and it's like "whoa, hey, here I am in fucking cottage paradise, until we like, escape into the fucking sun or whatever."
[ someone help rhys, he's a mess. he'll lift a hand then to scrub at his hair in a huff before going back to his weird hold on jack's shirt.
but hey, for once it isn't gelled. there's no hair gel in death, it makes things difficult for rhys. ]
Hey, who's left anyway? For aforementioned flying into the sun and dying terrible deaths again thing.
[ because also, rhys didn't pay any attention. again. he had other priorities, okay!! ]
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Date: 2016-08-29 10:02 pm (UTC)You just don't seem like a friend person, is all.
[ and then continues to listen to the rest of them. liz's cockblock fails because it. sure isn't helping since seeing jason and luke and hearing them speak makes rhys feel weird and when rhys feels weird, he gets weirder. which means he's stepping a bit closer to jack and curling his fingers in the back of his shirt, frown turning from curious to disapproving.
he's not even sure what he's disapproving. ]
So, kill yourself. Jesus, it's not like it's fucking hard. Then you cut out the rest of it and it's like "whoa, hey, here I am in fucking cottage paradise, until we like, escape into the fucking sun or whatever."
[ someone help rhys, he's a mess. he'll lift a hand then to scrub at his hair in a huff before going back to his weird hold on jack's shirt.
but hey, for once it isn't gelled. there's no hair gel in death, it makes things difficult for rhys. ]
Hey, who's left anyway? For aforementioned flying into the sun and dying terrible deaths again thing.
[ because also, rhys didn't pay any attention. again. he had other priorities, okay!! ]