trife

*trophy was in his bed and he saw the door was open* knife:dude... we had plans where the fuck were you?? *trophy didn't say anything* knife:okayyy... not talking right now, huh? *trophy look away* knife:what? worried I'll kick your ass again, pretty boy? *and then trophy felt his cramps felt hurt* trophy:tch... knife:trophy? you okay? *trophy collapse on his bed* trophy:fuck off..... *knife check on trophy* knife:trophy what's wrong? *knife goes quiet* knife:alright, c'mon. *(CONTINUE)*