Apr 08, 2011 18:02
[Gokudera's already had enough of this party. If this lasts for the whole weekend, he might have to stab himself in the face.
He's out in the gardens, sitting on the edge of the fountain and smoking the annoyingly pink, peach-flavored cigarettes that are all he can get out of the closet for some unknown reason. There's an open bottle sitting next to him on the ledge, along with an open notebook and a pencil.
Everyone ever should bother him.]
god this place i don't even,
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