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Blake still had no idea where the hell they were. They'd just been wandering around and visiting a ton of different places since they'd left their old home, which had always been a hellhole, mainly because of their siblings. At heart, their mom was a good person, they knew, but she'd been pretty stressed out raising all six of her kids, and when they'd come out to her, well, she hadn't taken it well, to say the least. So, they'd left. They'd been considering it ever since their little brother, the only tolerable sibling, disappeared that one day, just a couple weeks before. They had never been friends with the smaller tom; the two of them fought all the time, in fact, but his leaving had spurred their own. If he, the obnoxious, tiny little guy he was, could leave it all behind, Blake could, too, couldn't they? They'd been traveling for months now, having left home with nothing but their drumsticks and a couple Britney CDs, both of which were useless without a CD player and a drumset, but they'd figure something out.Today, they wandered upon a clump of a ton of different kinds of trees, though they'd never been much of a plant person- they all kind of looked the same to them. The trees were lined with a familiar smell indicating a border, which meant someone lived here- a clan, maybe? Oh, it'd been a while since they'd come across one of those! "Hey- uh, hey guys! I'm Blake. Is- is this a clan?" God, they hoped so, because otherwise it had to be, like, a satanic cult, or something.
"speech"
" i was off keying cars parked on radium lawns by suburbian moms. i called a friend, let's meet at ten, go wherever we want, 'cause no one cares that we're gone " ————————————————— ˗ˏˋ 6 months / tags ˊˎ˗