forum The Drug (Asylum/Lab RP) [closed]

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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“That’s what I thought,” Vaughn growled, turning his head away from Kaz. He rubbed at an old scar that he was able to feel through the material or his pants distractedly.

Kaz tilted his head towards him, frowning at Vaughn. Since the other guy's back was turned to him he couldn't really tell what he was doing with his hand. "Dude, are you like…jerking it or something?" he asked, not knowing if he wanted to crack a grin or look vaguely mortified. What the fuck? Where in your father's name did you get that idea you idiot? his mind scoffed

“What?! No, I’m feeling a scar you complete idiot!” Vaughn just about shouted, looking over to scowl heavily at Kaz. Why the hell would he be doing that? Especially with another man in the room. It was insane!

You are a fucking moron. You are the dumbest moron to ever grace the planet with your ugly mug, his mind grumbled. Kaz cracked a grin, putting his hands up. "Okay, just checking. We're in an asylum dude, weird shit happens."

“That’s just weird,” Vaughn hissed, laying back on the bed again. He felt fidgety, like he needed to get up or do something.

(my brain immediately went to the wrong place as soon as I read 'get up and do something' lmao. this is what sleep deprivation does rip)
"Well no shit Sherlock," he scoffed, running a hand through his tangle of hair. It was still more or less a mess, but he was too lazy and tired to care. He wanted to take a nap, or at least try to, but something about Vaughn made him feel like the other man would throttle him in his sleep

(Lmaooo)

Vaughn rolled his eyes, muttering a quick ‘fuck off’, before turning his head away again. He stretched his legs out to get more comfortable, arms resting across. His fingers rubbed at the spot on his upper forearm where he knew the tattoo would be. It just made him remember things that sent a jolt of upset and pain through their system. He pushed the feeling back down, resting his hand back against his chest instead.

(where he kneeboarding???)
Kaz rolled his eyes. "Do you spend all of your time telling people to fuck off, or do I just piss you off that much?" he asked, propping his head up with his arms as he looked up at the ceiling

(How the fuck did I type knee boarding
Please excuse me I am so tired)

“Both,” Vaughn responded simply. He crossed one of his legs over the other, one of his hands moving so his fingers could feel the bedsheets underneath him.

(you didn't go to sleep until like 3 you're good lmao)
"Wow. I feel honored," Kaz muttered, rubbing at his eyes. He sighed, fiddling with his dog tags through the fabric of his hoodie. "Look man, I'm not trying to tick you off or anything," he said, feeling as though he was obligated to provide some sort of explanation

//these two are such a train wreck tbh xD

K//hey

(you didn't go to sleep until like 3 you're good lmao)
"Wow. I feel honored," Kaz muttered, rubbing at his eyes. He sighed, fiddling with his dog tags through the fabric of his hoodie. "Look man, I'm not trying to tick you off or anything," he said, feeling as though he was obligated to provide some sort of explanation

(Lmao yeah, love it. I keep telling myself to sleep but I have zero self control and will probably stay up late again haha)

“Doesn’t matter,” Vaughn muttered. It didn’t really matter. Most people were terrible anyways. Why should he act kind towards people if he would just receive a ton of shit from them in return?

"Well it obviously does matter because you're pissed at me and I know I'm a dick. So…" he said, rolling a little so he was facing Vaughn. "What do I have to do to…not piss you off?" he asked. *He's going to ask you to go kill yourself, you know that right? I mean hell, you want to kill yourself too," his mind muttered

“Your constant talking, for one, is completely annoying. We aren’t friends, quit chatting all friendly like with me. And all those fucking nicknames? It’s just pathetic, really. I told you my name, that’s the only thing you’re allowed to call me,” Vaughn snapped. He didn’t look at Kaz as he spoke. Sure, it had to come off as severely harsh, but he was in such a terrible mood. If he let it out on someone, he was sure he would feel better.

Kaz opened his mouth to reply, hesitating for a moment. "Got it," he said quietly, rolling over so he wasn't looking at Vaughn anymore. His self loathing crashed down on him abruptly, and his secondary personality began to nudge at his brain again. Piss him off, just a little. Get him to snap your neck, you know he knows how, his mind supplied

Vaughn brought his arms up to cover his eyes, though it wasn’t to block out the light. He felt a pang of guilt for saying those things to Kaz, but he couldn’t apologize for saying all of that. He felt like he legitimately couldn’t. He felt like the whispers had sewn his mouth shut tight.

Kaz fiddled with the covers of his bed, suddenly feeling like doing nothing but curling up and rotting beneath them. He moved to sit up, deciding he would just lay there for the rest of the day after he had packed. He reached down, beginning to throw his things back into his duffel bag. Maybe they'll kill you in the labs. That would be nice, wouldn't it? It would be such a relief for everyone who's ever seen your disgusting face, his mind hissed

In Vaughn’s thoughtful state, his and reached up, even feeling for the string that he imagined would be crossing through his lips. But he felt nothing. Silly him, silly whispers.

Kaz finished putting his things into his bag before rolling back onto the bed. He opened the covers quietly before slipping into them, not looking at Vaughn. His limbs felt like lead, and his anxiety couldn't decide if it wanted to make him choke up his heart or reach for the razor blades taped to the inside of his dog tags