T r o u b l e d || Semi-lit roleplay||OPEN,SPOTS ARE OPEN

[narnie]

Leddy snapped back into reality to take the coffee and sit down with Gerard at table. She glided her finger around the edge of the cup and listened to what he was saying. Schizophrenia. Sounded like hell to be in. She looked over at him, "It's fine. You can't help it." Trying not to be rude and hateful. It didn't sound that way in her head when she ran it over like it was roadkill and she was truck. Shaking off the thought of the car accident she took a sip of the iced coffee. Not showing how gross it tasted to her, none of the coffees tasted good her, but the energy could be useful at some point. Especially since she had treatment. Once this one was over she had to wait three weeks for the next one. Good, just get it over with.

[Spoopy Season]

"Come on Gee, use your manners! Strike up a conversation, don't freak her out!" his mind raced, he never really talked to a real person in a while. Manners... manners.... "I'm Gerard by the way.... other people call me Gee if you prefer that." People Gerard? really? REALLY? The only real people who talk to you are nurses, they call you by your full name and birthday. Gerard McGavon-Way, April 9th, age of 23. He played with the strap on his shoulder bag and downed half of his coffee. It stung his throat, burning down into his belly and making its way to his brain.