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“Hello internet stranger with a funny username.”
Tommy leaned back, relaxing.
“Perfect start,” He sarcastically commented.
“The first time I tried the shit was last year when my guy, Bill,” he recalled, “thought it would be funny to replace the packaging on some candy and then hand it to me at lunch. It was… quite messy, to say the least — an experience. I didn’t mind it, though.”
“I might try smoking, maybe this summer. Those flask-lookin things seem sick.”
“Well, what’s new is this requitequom — trademarked — platform as is. I don’t have any complaints about it as of now. (Although i know DAMN fucking well that my arch nemesis is gonna join soon).
“Everything’s been suprisingly nice for the past few weeks, besides some people and the entirety of the district staff — but I hope it stays like this until the end of the school year.
“I might’ve just jinxed myself L.”
“For friends: we got Bill, Freddie, and Eryn. I can’t say that I can choose a ‘best’ out of everyone that I know — I can’t trust any of them with a dead body.”
“I got two older brothers: Wilbur and Techno. They’re already in college, but I still see Will ‘cause he’s doing online school. Then we got my mom, I have her horns due to genetic stuff, and my dad.”
“God I wish I was part of a club!” Tommy’s head flung back, expressing his frustration.
“Like — I wanna join clubs so bad; I am so bored. Fucking Theatre, the Esports team, Robotics, and even CHESS — none of them want me because I’ve been fucking up my reputation and grades since middle school!
“Even if I WAS able to do shit, my DAMN ARCH NEMESIS is in almost every club, too. (Fuckin’ HATE that guy).”
“I see the question in his que, so I might as well answer it for him.
“how is your day going?”
< Ranboo is now open for asks >
