*Antonin's eyes stray to look at Evan for longer than normal, a hint of disdain passing over him. If it weren't for the damn bitch he was rolling around with, Antonin would have his best friend back and his nightly indulgences, too. He presses in on the side of his temple before lulling his head back around to look at Macnair.
This man is a kindred spirit in a sea of society fags and gold-digging whores. They both have nothing and they're both destined for nothing. It terrifies Antonin to his very core.*
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Date: 2011-04-21 03:37 am (UTC)This man is a kindred spirit in a sea of society fags and gold-digging whores. They both have nothing and they're both destined for nothing. It terrifies Antonin to his very core.*
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