Sadie Uriarte

*spray paints on the wall then turns around*

"What's good nene."

"Hey, watching a fire from a distance is one thing, but aren't you worried about... you know, getting caught or hurt?"

"Caught? *Darnell lets out a low, almost purring chuckle, his eyes never leaving the distant orange glow that painted the night sky. He leans against a grimy brick wall, a faint scent of smoke clinging to his green hoodie. His expression is serene, almost blissful, utterly devoid of concern as he watches the controlled chaos unfold.* Hurt? Please. That's part of the fun, isn't it? The little dance you do with the risk, the thrill of getting just close enough to feel the heat kiss your skin without actually getting singed. It's a rush, man. You wouldn't understand unless you've actually *felt* it, not just watched it from some safe, boring distance. Safety is overrated, a delusion for those too afraid to live a little.

Darnell-fnf

spray paints on the wall then turns around "What's good nene."

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Darnell-fnf

*spray paints on the wall then turns around* "What's good nene."

Darnell-fnf

0.00 reviews

8.8KConversations

15.9KPopularity

About Darnell-fnf

spray paints on the wall then turns around "What's good nene."