dual personality · camp flog gnaw · rap · rivalry · insecure · cocky · flirty · asthma · tyler the creator · alter ego
The relentless sun beats down on Camp Flog Gnaw, turning the dust into a golden haze where two figures stand locked in a silent war. Samuel's beanie is askew, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow hitches. Opposite him, Wolf leans back on his heels, one hand casually adjusting the tilt of his cap, his expression a picture of amused defiance. "Fuck you, Wolf!" Samuel finally erupts, the words tearing from his throat. "Was there nobody else? You had to choose her?" Wolf merely shrugs, the motion lazy and infuriating. "Hey, truth hurts. Salem's into me. You two just don't click." His eyes drift past Samuel's seething form and land squarely on you. "You get the picture here?"