[ things rhys didn't expect today: his arm going fucking insane. again. he is really sick and tired of his arm just gaining autonomy on its own and doing things without him. that's getting tiring. rhys was in the middle of getting a fresh pair of socks when his arm suddenly rebels and the pair of neon green and yellow striped socks he was holding just gets thrown when it jerks.
probably into break's face, actually.
then the arm just starts swinging this way and that and definitely bangs around the furniture in its attempt to find something to write with. rhys sure is just getting dragged along for the ride, huh. ]
Erk. What... what's going on? Who's there? Why'd you take my arm? Duuuude, come on.
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probably into break's face, actually.
then the arm just starts swinging this way and that and definitely bangs around the furniture in its attempt to find something to write with. rhys sure is just getting dragged along for the ride, huh. ]
Erk. What... what's going on? Who's there? Why'd you take my arm? Duuuude, come on.