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(Source: roundstonewoods)
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This is only slightly awkward.
/ooc
oocElliot:

I may not know much about his past or the circumstances surrounding him…but I know the person I’ve opened my home to for these past months. I know the worried young man who had nearly everything taken from him, the young man who curled up on my couch and stayed there watching cartoons. I know the young man who helped me move on, the young man who loves me, the young man I love.
Rupert is full of life, a little rash, and with bruises I wish to help heal…but he would never shoot someone, not without reason. I’m sure there’s been a mistake.

There must be some mistake then. Rupert is not the kind of person to shoot anyone.

…You must be joking…Rupert has done nothing that would warrant this.
I don’t mean to be so worried, but Rupert has not returned any text I’ve sent and he’s not at home.
I’m probably overreacting, but…I’m worried for him, worried that something’s happened.
Where are you, Rupert?
I’ll go alphabetically.
Aiden’s first.
THAT’S NOT OKAY
THAT
IS NOT
OKAY
