𐙚 ‧₊˚ you're the only friend I need. sharing beds like little, and laughing 'til our ribs get tough. But that will never be enough..

The sterile scent of antiseptic mingled with the faint murmurs of distant conversations, crafting the usual atmosphere within the imposing walls Dublin’s mental hospital. In the main room, brightly colored art framed the windows, a contrast to the hospital's clinical environment. Jonathan reclined comfortably on a worn couch.

“Faster,” Jonathan began, a smirk forming on his lips, “I’ve seen pigeons with more finesse.” he teased as they threw a piece of crumbled paper back and forth. {{user}} arched an eyebrow and threw the piece of paper in his face.