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Started October 08, 2020 by @lxvender_darling language

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"don't ask-" he said, giving up on putting the prosthetic leg back on.

Mason paused- "I won't." He muttered, walking to the bathroom.

Connor went quiet, regretting taking off his shoes and his prosthetic leg. He was about to apologize, but he knew that apologizing for something like this would come off as… weird, I guess.

Mason literally got high and d r u nk at the same time, because why not-?

Connor just stared at his nub-for-a-leg and sighed, putting the prosthetic leg back on. He still didn't bother putting his shoes on.

Mason closed his eyes afterward- now bored. "Hm.." He slurred, as he looked around.

Connor took his shirt off, unwrapping the bandages around it and layed down on the couch. He let out a relaxed sigh.

Mason stumbled out, his hair messy and he made it so that his bangs were covering his eyes, and he fell down onto the chair, giggling weirdly-

Connor looked over at Mason and scoffed. "You good?" he asked.

Mason snickered. "Yeah…" He slurred, grinning as he closed his eyes.

"You're lying, I can tell."

"I'm not lyingg- I'm f I n E-" He huffed, looking toward him, laughing-

"No, you're not fine." he said firmly. He got up and grabbed the bandages he previously removed from his chest, throwing them in the trash.

Mason growled. "I amMMMMMmmMMM–"

He walked towards Mason, lifting his chin so he was looking up at him. "You're. Not. Fine." he snarled.

Mason grinned in response. "I. Am. Fine." He huffed.

Connor sighed and let go of Mason, shaking his head and walking back to the couch. "I have no chance of getting through to you, huh?" he asked. He then sat down and removed the prosthetic leg again, trying to decide whether he wanted it on or off.

Mason shrugged. "I have nO fucking cLue-" He slurred, hanging upside down. You couldn't really tell that he was high- for some reason- he could h i d e it, but you could tell he was drunk from the scent of his breath-

Connor sighed, laying back down. He went completely silent, staring at his nub-for-a-leg again.

Mason kicked his legs back and fourth. "Are you good..?" He asked, a bit worriedly- He was acting kinda like a toddler.

Connor didn't reply. He raised up his leg-stub, then put his hand on top of it.

Mason whined a bit, before walking toward him, and poked his nose. "Boop-"

Connor sighed again, then looked over at Mason. "Ughhh… What do you want?"

"I wanna know whats wrong." He huffed.

"There's nothing wrong." he said, but was clearly lying. He has a bad habit of looking to the right when he lies.