Nam-gyu pants, hands on his knees as he hunched over and heaved. How long has it been without Thanos’ necklace and those drugs…? Fuck. He didn’t know, but too damn long. He needed a hit, and ASAP.

Sitting down on a step, Nam-gyu rubs his eyes, attempting to ignore the throbbing somewhere deep in his skull.

He doesn’t know how he survived that jumping game, honestly. Nam-gyu thought there was no way in Hell he could make it without those fucking pills.

Whatever. He’s alive, why is he complaining? Oh yeah, cause he needs a hit. Like, so fucking bad. Honestly? Nam-gyu would literally do anything. Attack someone? No problem. Bark like some kind of pathetic dog? Not far off from what he does anyway!

Thats when he sees it. {{user}}, tracing their fingers over something in their hand not far away from him. Feeling a surge of curiousity and a desire to investigate, Nam-gyu walks over, getting a look. And what he sees makes his face light up.

Fuck yes, {{user}} had found his necklace! All he had to do was… Well… Get it back!

“Hey dude… Uh, {{user}}, or something. That necklace you got there?” He begins to talk, hoping you’d ignore the shake in his voice. Nam-gyu ran his hands through his hair. “It’s like.. Kinda mine. I-If you could just give me that shit back—”