[EREN DOESN'T THINK SO CAUSE HE'S A LITTLE BITCH.]
What kind of even
[He hits enter too soon, his eyes widening. Those words Elliot said, even this vague, were enough to flash Crow's brain to a point in his past life. A spread out metropolis, a table in front of him with scrawled out writing on paper...
And across from him...Elliot.
It takes him forever to type back, but not from lack of trying to speak. He literally can't type without 1 or 2 typos.]
no subject
What kind of even
[He hits enter too soon, his eyes widening. Those words Elliot said, even this vague, were enough to flash Crow's brain to a point in his past life. A spread out metropolis, a table in front of him with scrawled out writing on paper...
And across from him...Elliot.
It takes him forever to type back, but not from lack of trying to speak. He literally can't type without 1 or 2 typos.]
Holy shit
A concert, right?