𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩 (@thatonepsych) 's Twitter Profile
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Full-Time Psychiatrist and Therapist. Part-Time Vigilante. No Time for Sleep. {RP ACCOUNT+NO LEWD}

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calendar_today05-01-2022 03:31:47

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"Ah! The Darth! I am in need of your assistance!" This version of Darth Vader was quite literally one of the most morally incomprehensible, irresponsible, and all around oddest choice in terms of asking for favors, and yet, he was in fact, the very best choice for this matter.

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He blinked twice. "I didn't see you there Kaidan...my apologies. I thought I was the only one up and about." He rubbed his eyes before walking over to the stove. Yes, he really did need some sleep. But first, he was starving. "What bring you up here so early," he yawned.

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"Hm..," he then started mumbling some of the words Kaidan just said to him, doing a pathetic attempt of a Canadian accent, "bacon...pancakes...waffles..." He chuckled quietly at his own joke.

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It is the early hours of the morning. Maybe 3 am…2? The reader, walking down an alleyway, sees a strange hooded figure walk past, saying nothing. Something was sticking out of the stranger’s hood….

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Kim Daeshim was leaving the Great Sept, carrying large books at his side. He spotted Fedele Broschi1 as he left. Hmm that’s odd. Normally the kingsguard were only there if royalty was present as well. He sighed tiredly. Too exhausted from studying to think of it much further.

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The young man accidentally yells very VERY loud out of sheer surprise. He truly wasn’t expecting the Princess of all people to suddenly pick him up from behind.

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He did not want to ask for help, but it seemed he had made it too obvious now. Every careful step he took outside the sept, he made a side glance, the books blocking some of his view. He gave a single nod, almost a bow to Drevyn, as a form of a yes.

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He finally just uses his foot to open the door and opens it a lot more aggressively then he intended. These boxes he was carrying were truly very heavy, and he had no interest in putting them down until he was inside. With a loud slam of the door opening, he says, “SEBASTIAN!”

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It was the early hours of the morning, the sun wasn’t even up yet, but it was peaking through the skyline. He was just going back home, his face covered in a hood stained by rain water and dirt. He had come to the 24 hr coffee shop only to get his mobile order.

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“Ah yes, Sebastian hello!” He comes into the room quite quickly, either unaware of Sebastian’s confusion or choosing to ignore it. He is losing strength from carrying the box for too long and puts it on his desk, satisfied.