glaciers eyes scanned the room, he was in the mood to raise a little hell, which for him either meant getting in a fight or corrupting the innocent. as soon as his eyes landed on her he knew, it was going to be a fun night. he grabbed a cup and made his way over, holding one out to her. “i see you don’t have a drink in hand, can i get you anything?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink.
What I love: Telling my friends I have a brain injury due to circumstances of my birth and them not treating me differently
WHAT I LOVVVVEEEE: My friends willingly saying that I have a problem with my voice because of that, and treating it as not a problem.
(When people say that I sound fine and I don’t have a voice problem when I clearly do- I’m a little more muffled and annoyingly high pitched imo- it makes me think that they’re avoiding it as if trying to deny it like its something really bad and affects me more than it actually does)