[the sex had been fun. has been fun. in retrospect, kavinsky probably would have been in even more of a hurry to die if he'd known purgatory was a liberal-minded city with socialized healthcare and well-maintained roadways that sprawled between countless worlds and tended to have ridiculously hot sex demons to fuck. there are worse ways to spend eternity than this. sweating and swearing under ezekiel's giant hands every few days, slashing his tires or cigarette-burning his furniture once every couple of months just in case he forgot that bitch has more implications than who ends up ass-up.
but then he starts to puke every morning for a week, begins to realize it isn't a fucking hangover and
it's the middle of the day when zeke finds an irritable dream thief sitting on the apartment steps. instead of his characteristic skin-tight wife beater and skinny jeans, he's got on a hoodie and telltale flip flops and a sullen expression that would make more sense if zeke had just made him eat beets or something.]
6 I guess I'm doing this (cw suicide)
but then he starts to puke every morning for a week, begins to realize it isn't a fucking hangover and
it's the middle of the day when zeke finds an irritable dream thief sitting on the apartment steps. instead of his characteristic skin-tight wife beater and skinny jeans, he's got on a hoodie and telltale flip flops and a sullen expression that would make more sense if zeke had just made him eat beets or something.]