laurence.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? ❞ 《 ☆ 》 ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ;; ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ #ᴄᴀʀᴀ

Why yes, he did throw a rock at the paparazzi. It’s not his fault they got so close to him.

He gives a small nod as he examines the bruise and the cuts, then he presses a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m sorry.” He knows very well how dysfunctional Michael’s family is, as he’s met them all before. “Who hit you?”

Frowning, Laurence approaches Michael and reaches a hand out to cup his cheek. “Hey . . . What happened to you?” His fingertips gently trace the edges of his bruised eye.

He’s here. Just got back from work, so he’s a little bit dazed.

//YOU MADE THIS ACC. AND IT IS PERF.

@poisitist //i am. LITERALLY. SCREAMING.

With a small nod, he peers down at Michael, a tiny smile crossing his lips. “Yeah. You?” He gently pushes the hair out of his face as he silently admires his sleepy features.

Arm slung around his middle, Laurence holds Michael close to himself and sighs softly. “Morning.” He presses a small kiss to his forehead.

Hmm, today seems like a stay-indoors-all-day kind of day. It’s a good thing @Salorism hasn’t left yet. He’s going to keep him here.

Ugh. It’s morning and he’s hungover. . . . and he doesn’t remember who’s in his bed.

Soft grumble.

Exhaling deeply, he shook his head, arms crossing and resting upon the bar. "More like I was looking for someone. No one in particular." nitter.gq/STALINGRADISM/status/9…

Nodding in agreement, Laur sighed as his gaze moved about the venue idly. There wasn't really anybody who caught his eye. So he gazed back at the bartender, who had come around the counter to sit. nitter.gq/STALINGRADISM/status/9…