𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕚

[ɪꜰ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ? ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ɪ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ? ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ]

"Happy birthday to me."

"I like Slipknot."

Time to rock.

"Shhhh. I'm reading about the Ars Goetia."

((Coming out and ready to fuck you up.))

Ducking down to Hell.

"I don't need to be the guy, I am that guy."

"I'd rather stay the fuck inside or go to hell most days."

"... Hell would be quieter."

((Today is flight day so I'll get to things after my flights and some time to settle.))

HAAAAAAAAA. Honestly he'd probably be right. Biological Father was THAT bad.

"... Right..."

I've had good Mother Figures. I've had horrible Father Figures.

You say that as if it's impossible.

I know he is going to try.

... I need to think.

... Everything is fine.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Who?

Dark Shadow's arm will carefully take the piece of paper. Tokoyami knows better than to just come into touching distance. The shadowy arm retracts, bringing the piece of paper over and putting it into his pocket. ".... Yeah, I'll call you when I make a decision for sure."