#Stu:Donna

[springbandit]

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" (Donna & Stu)

"No, but I'd kiss yours." Stu smirked, trying desperately to ignore the fact she'd made him think about his mother. Despite everything, he missed her quite terribly. Even dull comfort was vital when comfort of any kind was a scarcity. Though, he hadn't seen her since before everything happened. Neither of them got to properly say goodbye. She'd left a note, and he'd left a corpse. Fleeting messages between mother and son, lives always parallel until one stopped suddenly. "I meant your mom, by the way. Not that I'd kiss you. But, I mean, I would kiss you, if you wanted. But, you probably don't want that, right? You don't want me to kiss those beautiful lips of yours, right? You hate having a good time. Too scared you might enjoy yourself."

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[springbandit]

"It’s one thing to want somebody out of your life. it’s another thing to serve them a wake-up cup of drano." (Donna & Stu)

"It's really not that different." Stu disagreed, with a shake of the head that was arguably far too casual for the weight of the conversation they were having. "I mean, at the end of the day, it's either you or them. Y'know?" he paused for a moment to chew on his finger nail that had been snagging against his sweater. "Your happiness or their happiness. I always have my own back. 'Cause, I'm the one that's gonna be stuck with me forever, right?" he sighed, raking his finger off of the table to try and sand down the rough edge he'd just bitten into the nail. "If they're getting in the way of my happiness, then, they've gotta go. Yeah, peace, love and mercy or whatever, but, they aren't considering me when they're pissing me off. So, why should I consider them?"

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[springbandit]

Bloodied footprints accompanied Stu down the aisle of the abandoned theatre. As he reached the stage, he walked along the front row before all but collapsing in the very middle seat. A perfect view of his handmade contraption that sat on display. He put a hand on his bloodsoaked t-shirt, panting for a few moments as he tried to force himself to relax, though ultimately it was short lived. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he heard something or someone moving around backstage somewhere. "Alright! Show's over, you can come out now!" he urged, hoping his voice would bring out friends or scare off strangers. "Only dumb idiots jump out at people!"

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[springbandit]

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed (Stu & Donna)

Stu sighed, folding his arms and wriggling a little, struggling to find any position that was forth staying in for more than a few mere seconds. "I'm gonna be honest with you, my bed kinda sucks, huh?" Stu's apartment was dingy and his flat pack furniture left a lot to be desired. "Having you stay the night was a lot hotter in my head." He sighed again, smiling this time. "You're still super hot, don't worry about that. It's just this stupid cheap-ass bed." He looked over at her, a tawny eyebrow raising in curiosity. "Maybe we should just break it, ay?"

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