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pcrkjia: tarotjin: When the door was opened he fell against the door frame. He was never short of…

pcrkjia:

tarotjin:

When the door was opened he fell against the door frame. He was never short of a bruised face when it came to his job of choice these days. He groaned as he looked at her, “Aish. Why do I always end up here?” He pushed himself up to only stumble back as he looked around himself, trying to figure out his journey from point A to point B. He’d been drinking clearly but it always appeared he was beaten up along the way. “Sorry.” He raised up a clench fist in the air as he turned around a couple times trying to figure out how to get out.

Her eyes widened and her arms came out to grip onto his jacket once he stumbled. “Yeah, that’s what I’m asking. But you’re not going anywhere like this, get in here.” She took his arm to guide him into her home and over to the sofa. A hand brushed over his bruises with a disapproving look. “What even happened to you?” Jia questioned before hurrying into the kitchen to get him ice.

Some how he managed not to trip over his big feet that his long legs just didn’t understand tonight. He sat down on the couch and leaned back until he was laying across the couch (not that he even fully fit). “Another son of a woman, whose cards I read found me. He said…” He sat up suddenly and wagged his fingers as he changed his voice, “You’re the reason my mother is no longer giving me money! Do you know who I am asshole?! Make my mom change her mind!” He started laughing as he ran his fingers through his hair and then pulled it so it stood in various directions. “Ah, why do grown men make me feel sorry toward my own mom?”

pcrkjia: ( * @tarotjin ) ♡ — She had been woken up by a loud banging on her door and had to rub…

pcrkjia:

( * @tarotjin )

♡ —

She had been woken up by a loud banging on her door and had to rub at her eyes once more to make sure she was seeing things correctly. Y-You? What are you doing here?

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When the door was opened he fell against the door frame. He was never short of a bruised face when it came to his job of choice these days. He groaned as he looked at her, “Aish. Why do I always end up here?” He pushed himself up to only stumble back as he looked around himself, trying to figure out his journey from point A to point B. He’d been drinking clearly but it always appeared he was beaten up along the way. “Sorry.” He raised up a clench fist in the air as he turned around a couple times trying to figure out how to get out.