Oh, the horror (OTA)
Frank's life felt like a living nightmare. He could hardly sleep, he had no appetite. He could swear at times that there was someone watching him. That someone was out to get him.
He could, at times, leave his room now, but to go where? He skulked in the corners, doing all that he could to avoid Draco. Draco, his personal demon. Frank was the victim here! Frank was! SIGH.
He fell, supine, into a sofa in the hotel lobby, a hand to his forehead. He was so wronged, so vicitimized! And yet, still so good looking!
Really, it was such a trial. He sighed loudly, draping himself luxuriously on the sofa.
He could, at times, leave his room now, but to go where? He skulked in the corners, doing all that he could to avoid Draco. Draco, his personal demon. Frank was the victim here! Frank was! SIGH.
He fell, supine, into a sofa in the hotel lobby, a hand to his forehead. He was so wronged, so vicitimized! And yet, still so good looking!
Really, it was such a trial. He sighed loudly, draping himself luxuriously on the sofa.