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Who: Nicki and BATEMAN 8D
When: Late night
Where: Patrick freaking Bateman’s room.
Warnings: …Patrick Bateman
He couldn’t play with his clown, and Franklin was with Tony, so Nicki was wandering around the halls that were still foreign to him, dragging his hand along the walls to get images of who loved inside. He would piece images and link them to faces, some he would ignore became of how boring the little images were, and so many were.
He was never boring, he was far to bizarre to be. He was obviously not from the latest century, with his wrinkled dress shirt and leggings, and his poor hair attempting to stay pulled back in a ribbon.
Nicki stopped dead at one room, freezing like stone with his fingers a ghosting over the door. Oh now, this was new. His fingers curled, and knocked
When: Late night
Where: Patrick freaking Bateman’s room.
Warnings: …Patrick Bateman
He couldn’t play with his clown, and Franklin was with Tony, so Nicki was wandering around the halls that were still foreign to him, dragging his hand along the walls to get images of who loved inside. He would piece images and link them to faces, some he would ignore became of how boring the little images were, and so many were.
He was never boring, he was far to bizarre to be. He was obviously not from the latest century, with his wrinkled dress shirt and leggings, and his poor hair attempting to stay pulled back in a ribbon.
Nicki stopped dead at one room, freezing like stone with his fingers a ghosting over the door. Oh now, this was new. His fingers curled, and knocked