d r y w a l l . (k&a)
Jun 7, 2021 21:12:02 GMT -5
Post by bailee on Jun 7, 2021 21:12:02 GMT -5
killua kravitz.
get me drinking that moonshine
get me higher than a grocery bill
take my troubles to the high wall
throw them in the river and get your fill
get me higher than a grocery bill
take my troubles to the high wall
throw them in the river and get your fill
"That fat fucking bastard can suck my monster c***!"
Killua gripped his fists tightly to his body as he faced away from Adrian, a slurry of curse words escaping his mouth as his face turned red with anger. The events that had just unfolded downstairs had Killua overstimulated with rage, an emotion that typically never overcame Killua's calm and unbothered demeanor (usually hidden behind a mask of marijuana). Jason Navarre was the epitome of the type of man he hated - a cocky, drunk bastard who felt the need to feel superior to everyone around him. Killua hated feeling inferior - yet that was exactly how he felt, unable to shake the feeling that Jason had won a battle they both didn't know they were fighting.
"Fucking drunk son of a bitch," he continued, "He thinks he can fucking judge my family life when he sits there, off his ass on hard liquor, and blame his fucking son for shit beyond his control."
The rage in Killua began to fuel his adrenal cortex, sending a stream of impulse straight into his fist as it collided with the drywall next to him. His fist left an imprint in the wall, shattering beneath him and landing just by his feet. Blood began to stain his cotton white shirt from his fist as he realized what he had just done.
"Fucking hell," he stepped back away from the wall and examined the damage. His rage began to settle as it turned into concern. What kind of fucking idiot punches a hole in his friend's wall?