me? kms? no. never.

Whitewood grips White by the neck, choking them. White stares back dispassionately. White says, ''I've told you so many times. When you do this to me, you just want to kill yourself. You never hear me.'' Whitewood says, ''Can you shut the fuck up?'' Still being choked, but utterly unfazed by it, White says, ''I'm not even real. Can you relax.'' Whitewood, bitterly, says, ''No.'' Some implied time seems to pass. Whitewood scrunches his eyes and holds his head, clearly in pain. He says, ''I just had a horrible flashback.'' White is staring off into the distance, thinking about something. They say, as if quoting something from Whitewood's flashback, ''Am I gonna carry this for the rest of my life? Yeah. I think so.'' To the side, some text says, ''[The body keeps the score] is a gibberish phrase until the body comes knocking, score in hand.''


june 21, 2025

ah, it's cam's birthday. happy birthday cam. they don't read these comics, though. well, anyway.

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