022 ♪ [video]

[bet_on_bolton]

[The video flickers on to total darkness, the sound of the rustle of sheets heard for a second before there's some light. There's just a shot of Troy curled up in bed under a mass of bed sheets, still fully clothed, with wide, bloodshot eyes staring down the camera.]

...

Ryan...? ... Danny? ... Gabbi?

...

Anybody?

Comments

Video;

[idateforsupper]

Troy?

[bet_on_bolton]

Ali...

[idateforsupper]

You okay, sweetie?

[bet_on_bolton]

Can you tell Warren I won't be in work for a bit...?

text

[itsprotocol]

You appear distressed.

switched to text too~

[bet_on_bolton]

i guess

[itsprotocol]

Are you in any present or immediate danger?

[bet_on_bolton]

not really

[quinnade]

Don't be glum, chum.

[bet_on_bolton]

... Harley.

[quinnade]

Hey, if you're embarrassed that I'm gonna be runnin' my trap in your play, I can box your ears for ya.

[bet_on_bolton]

Come do that. I don't wanna be alone.

[bet_on_bolton]

Peachy.

[bet_on_bolton]

Sexy?

voice;

[thronor]

Troy? What happened?

[bet_on_bolton]

I. Just.

... Nothing.

[thronor]

C'mon, no one's going to buy that. You look like hell.

[bet_on_bolton]

Just need some sleep.