*runs into the kitchen and grabs all the alcohol* :3

I DonT knOw, TorD. IM GOinG homE. *walks home* unu

No.. *hops out of Tord’s hands* :o I dont have new bandages but I do have thesE *unwraps the bandages around self and wraps it around Arrøw* UnU

i dont know *looks over at Arrøw* are they ok-

oh..er ok- but Im not getting up -3- *still on the floor* :>

*stares at arrøw with a “donTYOUDARETELLHIMITOLDUHEWASMORETHANAFRIENDTOME” look* ō_ō

*lays back on the floor* unu

just casually letting my insides bleed out,getting possessed by a ghost,and thats pretty much it. nothing mucH,,

oh hey, tord-

*wakes up* jeSUS ChrisT

((huehuehue))

BefOre I migHt DiE,, tord is more than a friend to me uvu *passes out again*

*wakes up* wHat? i cAnt GEt mY SElf tOgether BecaUse MY INSIdEs aRE GOinG eVERYWHErE aND IM GONnA diE

jEsUs ChrisT MY insIDes *passes out* x_x

*throws the bottle and it shatters into lots of bits*

((he still has the harpoon stuck in his chesT BtW))

*chugs the alcohol in one shoT*

wheRes ThE alcOhOL?

sorry i couldnt draw wings because i suck at winGs

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