bienvenue, my name is tracie and this is my rp blog. i am not, by nature, an rph. please keep that in mind. occasionally i'll throw out some opinions or help with graphics/manips, but i won't call myself an rph because i'm really bad at remembering to do things. +
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Parker nodded, his eyes dancing along Kendall’s features, even as she spoke those words. He snorted, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “Of course we fucking were. It’s in the Nash family name. It’s like… a right of passage for the two of us at this point,” he said dismissively, a smirk on his face as he lifted his gaze back to look at her again. “But when you think about it, biologically, we’re meant to fall apart. Can’t change it. It’s in our blood. The lesson here, that we both should have learned by now, is that we shouldn’t even give a fuck,” he stated. Sometimes, he really did wish he could see the moral issue in their situation that everyone else did, but he was blind to it now. Even Drake’s opinions were meaningless. “I mean, if this is such a fucking issue but it makes us happy, I really don’t give a fuck if we’re problematic. I’m not some Tumblr lurker that pisses blood once a month, what do I care?”