((lol xP ))
Dorian went over to a fridge in the corner of the room, opened it and squinted inside ''don't touch the lid, it tends to fall closed.. and i'm not very good at splinting broken hands and fingers'' he said, pulling out a water bottle full of blood. ambling to the couch and flopping onto it, drinking from the water bottle and flicking the tv on
"Goddammit, I f***ing hate this song! Every time I listen to it a f***ing unicorn breaks through my window, swings me onto his back and charges into glorious, medieval, bloody battle. I don't get much sleep.