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OOC: Hey guys sorry I’ve been gone so long, things got busy real quickly
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The grip on Trevor’s knife tightened as he watched Ryan move into a battle stance. He’d hate to crew’s blood on the blade but if he had to he will. Still he kept his smile and bubbly attitude. 
Trevor shrugged “normally I don’t need to give a warning, but you’re crew so you happen to get one. it’s the nice thing to do, ya? And I’m a nice person”
❛ run far away.❜
Ryan smiles gleefully behind the rubber mask, his sharp blue eyes lighting up with cruel joy as he watches the other man closely.
“Is that a threat?” Ryan asks, tilting his head slightly and flipping the knife in his hand.
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RP starters: Concern.
“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
“Blood? Are you bleeding?”
“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
“I thought I would never see you again…”
“We should get you to hospital.”
“Where did all those bruises came from?”
“I have the right to be worried!”
“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
“Sleep at my place tonight.”
“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
“Please talk to me about it.”
“Let me take care of you.”
“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
“How many times have I told you to not go there?”
“You could’ve died, you know…”
“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
“I’m your friend, of course I care!”
“You know I’m always here for you, right?”
“You’re not okay.”
“I’m just trying to help you.”
“Let me clean your wounds…”
“Why did you do it? Tell me.”
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❛ don’t touch me. ❜ (From Michael)
Trevor backed away from Michael with a slight frown “don’t need to be like that,” he said, trying to keep his normal happy voice. After all he just grabbed hi shoulder, though he suppose everybody has different personal space limits still “It’s not like I was trying to grab you and kidnap you or something”
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three word starters.
❛ please don’t go. ❜ ❛ don’t turn around. ❜ ❛ eat my dust. ❜ ❛ suck my ass. ❜ ❛ what’s for dinner? ❜ ❛ drunk i’m not. ❜ ❛ where’s your coat? ❜ ❛ bring some beers. ❜ ❛ are you home? ❜ ❛ say my name. ❜ ❛ i can’t go.❜ ❛ i’d like none. ❜ ❛ well fuck me. ❜ ❛ are you sick? ❜ ❛ i’m freezing cold. ❜ ❛ you’re all wet. ❜ ❛ are you drunk? ❜ ❛ don’t look back. ❜ ❛ it says ‘positive’.❜ ❛ run far away.❜ ❛ you are screwed. ❜ ❛ damn it’s hot. ❜ ❛ get here easily? ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. ❜ ❛ it’s cold out. ❜ ❛ just leave me. ❜ ❛ i like you. ❜ ❛ talk to me. ❜
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Trevor glanced down at the knife but didn’t react. If it was meant to scare him it didn’t, but it was a cute attempt. He moved closer, a sweet smile on his face, to show he wasn’t scared of the man. 
“Of course not. Threats are just empty promises after all,” he replied with an all to joyful tone “think of it as more of a warning”
❛ run far away.❜
Ryan smiles gleefully behind the rubber mask, his sharp blue eyes lighting up with cruel joy as he watches the other man closely.
“Is that a threat?” Ryan asks, tilting his head slightly and flipping the knife in his hand.
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