trouble.xn--6ii watched the alex romance mod on console disappear right in front of my eyes
trouble.xn--6ii might finally cave and make my dr. paradox oc ... netwatch is up in arms over everything but he's literally just a fictitious author who doesn't know how close he is to the truth sometimes
trouble.xn--6ii in his own little arg world after being subjected to operation carpe noctem, erasing memory of his life prior to becoming this prestigious entity crafted to cope with the endless black pit that is his mind
i'll take what i can get.
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never thought i'd hear that and believe it, guess we're both turnin' a new leaf.
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pushin' your luck, v.
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* might've ... i guess you're not so bad.
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what a pleasant surprise.
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part of alex's job was maintaining discretion, not only as bartender and owner but supplier replenishing the heavy hearts shelves.
“ i'm lookin' at 'er, ” narrowed eyes over vacant glass, draining remaining contents before setting atop —
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trouble.xn--6ii literally walking the trash to the dumpster at the end of our apartment complex and memorized an entire reply in my head but didn't have my phone with me ...
if i would have forgotten, i would've ended it all.
trouble.xn--6ii had to recite it on repeat a good twenty times
catching alex's eye was an understatement, simper gradually manifesting when turned towards the beverage received moments ago. silence exchanged between them, fingers wrap, pressing brim to lips; cold glass prompting a —
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— shiver.
“ not somethin', * someone. ” inflection lilts, twang sharp, honed like a dagger capable of cutting should disguise falter. behavioral imprints were imperative to the FIA, but her interests lie elsewhere, gravitating to converse —
“ well, well, well, what do we have here? ” despite the perspiring, golden beverage set across, eyes avert opposite, identifying attributes both on display and hidden — much like ‘ evie's ’ redacted information. optics gathered —
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