( that bottle of booze you're looking for? knox has it. laid over the half demolished, crumbling roof of what might be a convenience store, knox presses his back into the rumble and makeshift bed of moss and leaves, his shirt taken off to rest over his eyes, blocking out the sun's rays. his pants have been abandoned, too, but he at least has the sense to keep his underwear on, black cotton boxer briefs, hugging his form.
to the sky, he raises the bottle, before spilling more of it into his mouth. drunkenly, and with his australian accent slurring, )
2. cw: c-word.
to the sky, he raises the bottle, before spilling more of it into his mouth. drunkenly, and with his australian accent slurring, )
I bless the raaaains down in Africa!!
Cheers, Amber! Fucking cunt. Nice nice.