||. TELL THAT MAN TO SADDLE UP! 😈

||. BISH HE IS NOT DEAD. NOT UNTIL I KILL HIM

||. I WAS ONLY JOKING. JEEZ.

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||. YOU REALLY ASKING FOR IT RIGHT NOW. I WILL GIVE YOU ANGST ON EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY FACES.

||. BECAUSE! I’M IN THAT KIND OF MOOD!

Sounds like the caffeine withdrawals.

Mm, but it /sounds/ like it, so.

Mhm, sure. Whatever he says.

Only the faintest hint.

Almost like it’s hard to believe his headache wasn’t from caffeine withdrawals.

She’s going to have to go with they both know 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. And it’s that he has a coffee habit.

What in the world...

This whole 4:30 am thing needs to quit it.

⤥「 𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺; 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 」⤦ ═══════ ∘ ◈ ∘ ═══════ 𝒐𝒄. 𝒉𝒑 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔. ❝𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ ↷ ◟↺◝

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She expelled a cloud of smoke before dropping the cigarette butt, her heel stumping it out. Clairice hadn’t seen 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. in what felt like ages and being in town had drawn her to the home they had once shared. She knocked on the door and stood in the chill, waiting.

||. Hehe. Hi. I was feeling like tragedy and heartbreak.