[ what's another dead body? june's piled up his fair share that it should've lost its shine, but somehow he's still wrapped up in the dark thrill of it. killing people is a punch to the throat every time, a reminder of his own mortality, and june can't help feel the weight of each kill against the soft bones of his neck. ]
no subject
If I had a choice, why not.
[ that's the crux of the matter, really. ]
Most of the time though? I don't.
Do you think it's wrong, Luuk?