♤ [A photo from a tripod's perspective. Kismet's left arm has a few rough cuts oozing with fuchsia blood, the tips of his fingers on his other hand tinged fuchsia. His hair is a mess, and his eyeshadow runs from his eyes. His expression reads guilt. #gore #cw-self-harm ] ♤
hey, woah, y'alri6ht friend..? i mean shuCks Clearly y'ain't, but...
Hey, K][s. Kn[]w everyth][n' g[]t a b][t messy, but y[]u a][n't g[]tta g[] that far, b[]ss.
oh, kismet... wish i Could reaCh ri6ht aCross alternia and just hu6 ya as ti6ht as i Can. you're 6onna be alri6ht...
True en[]ugh, just... l[]ng as ][t actually ][s d[]ne. N[]b[]dy w][ns ][f ][t keeps g[]][n'.
♤ i will be. just gotta find a medkit while trying to keep my blood off the carpet of the hotel room, and without letting ves see me like this ♤
alri6ht, alri6ht... m'sorry if i'm overbearin' or anythin', bein' all fussed aboutCha. take Care.