" And, oh, what is left?
For all those times, is that what you get?"
what brendon has come to know as trojans has been playing on repeat for the past hour.
well, if it weren't for the constant blasting of this song, brendon would have enjoyed it.
walking out of his apartment, after a swift realisation that there was no tea in his cupboards, he made sure he locked his door. onward to the market it was.
tea, being the only thing keeping him sane at this point, was the one reason he left his house.
oh, and he needed to buy food for his cat oswald.
he didn't mean to run into a badass, leather jacket wearing cat lover who just so happens to be blasting trojans by atlas genius.
AN:
im hyped for this one whoo
I hope you enjoy?
xx leo
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