exercise: (‽ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ)
ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ sᴄᴏᴛᴛ ᴍᴄᴄᴀʟʟ (◡‿◡✿) ([personal profile] exercise) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2013-10-30 05:24 am (UTC)

[ Everything about them is infuriating, Scott thinks, the small turn of their heads to look at each other, the wafting scent of their curiosity in the air. Fear smells nice though, and he fights the urge to licks his lips, instead ducking into the room - still closer to the door than them. Because they're suffocating, bleeding their scents into the air until it's hard to breathe.

He wishes Erica were here. Wishes she'd be seizing ( you're awful ) right now. Because that scent - sickness, bile, sweat, tears - that is where his favorites lie. Maybe he misses her, ( you're disgusting ) she was such fun ( a monster ).
]

Sorry, yeah, everything is fine, I- I mean, kind of, I guess.

[ i'm ( don't ) doing ( do ) it, ( it ) bitch ]


Just- this thing, that's going on between us? I can't- [ He shifts a hand in through his hair, avoiding their gazes like he actually cares about their reactions. He knows he's playing the "weak puppy in the rain" card a little bit too strictly, but how can he help it? The Scott inside him is pathetic, he's shit, the lowest of the low, he deserves to be a goddamn omega with how revolting his is.

This Scott spits on him, internally.

( bite me ), he says.
]

I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving, all right? I'm leaving you guys.

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