Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
*Anyone is fine :]*
Carrion hisses and turns around, "I cannot, not at this moment.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
*Anyone is fine :]*
Carrion hisses and turns around, "I cannot, not at this moment.."
Bluebell wanders over, leaning over their shoulder and looking down at what they are drawing.
He looks at the food, looking back to them, “Yes you can, starving yourself solves nothing. Eat.” He reiterates “I don’t want to force you, and I likely can’t, but that won’t stop me from trying.”
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
*Anyone is fine :]*
Carrion hisses and turns around, "I cannot, not at this moment.."
Bluebell wanders over, leaning over their shoulder and looking down at what they are drawing.
He looks at the food, looking back to them, “Yes you can, starving yourself solves nothing. Eat.” He reiterates “I don’t want to force you, and I likely can’t, but that won’t stop me from trying.”
Zazabell turns their head around and grin "Helloooooooo!" they say in a sing-songy voice.
Carrion huffs and moves away from the food and him, rolling his eyes "I need to plan ways as too kill the angel of the void.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
The drawing is suddenly wiped out, and a faint breeze begins to push the dirt to redraw it, but more beautiful this time.
Cozotz wanders over, then sits down, cleaning his rifle. A not-so-subtle advertisement.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
*Anyone is fine :]*
Carrion hisses and turns around, "I cannot, not at this moment.."
Bluebell wanders over, leaning over their shoulder and looking down at what they are drawing.
He looks at the food, looking back to them, “Yes you can, starving yourself solves nothing. Eat.” He reiterates “I don’t want to force you, and I likely can’t, but that won’t stop me from trying.”
Zazabell turns their head around and grin "Helloooooooo!" they say in a sing-songy voice.
Carrion huffs and moves away from the food and him, rolling his eyes "I need to plan ways as too kill the angel of the void.."
They tilt their head “Are you… happy? What are you happy about?” He asks, confused by the sing song voice.
“Helianth I assume. You can plan while you eat. Act like an adult, if you want to kill Helianth, I won’t stop you, but if you don’t eat, I’ll try to.”
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
The drawing is suddenly wiped out, and a faint breeze begins to push the dirt to redraw it, but more beautiful this time.
Cozotz wanders over, then sits down, cleaning his rifle. A not-so-subtle advertisement.
Their left eye twitches for a moment before the stick they used gets thrown into the woods "Fine! you wanna one up me?! Go ahead!" they huff and fold their long arms.
Carrion snarls, baring his sharp teeth at them "What.. do you want?" he asked.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
*Anyone is fine :]*
Carrion hisses and turns around, "I cannot, not at this moment.."
Bluebell wanders over, leaning over their shoulder and looking down at what they are drawing.
He looks at the food, looking back to them, “Yes you can, starving yourself solves nothing. Eat.” He reiterates “I don’t want to force you, and I likely can’t, but that won’t stop me from trying.”
Zazabell turns their head around and grin "Helloooooooo!" they say in a sing-songy voice.
Carrion huffs and moves away from the food and him, rolling his eyes "I need to plan ways as too kill the angel of the void.."
They tilt their head “Are you… happy? What are you happy about?” He asks, confused by the sing song voice.
“Helianth I assume. You can plan while you eat. Act like an adult, if you want to kill Helianth, I won’t stop you, but if you don’t eat, I’ll try to.”
"I'm always happy," they chuckle and raise a brow, "are you not?"
"I DON'T HAVE TIME. EVERY MOMENT IS A MOMENT WHERE SOMEONE ELSE COULD GET HURT!" they snarl.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I'm always happy," they chuckle and raise a brow, "are you not?"
"I DON'T HAVE TIME. EVERY MOMENT IS A MOMENT WHERE SOMEONE ELSE COULD GET HURT!" they snarl.
"I... I don't know, are you sure you're always happy?" They blink blankly.
He sighs, cracking his neck and looking into their eyes "People fight, so what? Is Atticus dead? No? Then shut up and eat." He says calmly back at them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I'm always happy," they chuckle and raise a brow, "are you not?"
"I DON'T HAVE TIME. EVERY MOMENT IS A MOMENT WHERE SOMEONE ELSE COULD GET HURT!" they snarl.
"I... I don't know, are you sure you're always happy?" They blink blankly.
He sighs, cracking his neck and looking into their eyes "People fight, so what? Is Atticus dead? No? Then shut up and eat." He says calmly back at them.
"No." They said, their already extremely wide eyes seeming to open another inch, "I am never always happy."
"ATTICUS GOT HURT. I COULDN'T HELP HIM. I CAN'T LOSE ANOTHER LOVE."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The drawing is suddenly wiped out, and a faint breeze begins to push the dirt to redraw it, but more beautiful this time.
Cozotz wanders over, then sits down, cleaning his rifle. A not-so-subtle advertisement.
Their left eye twitches for a moment before the stick they used gets thrown into the woods "Fine! you wanna one up me?! Go ahead!" they huff and fold their long arms.
Carrion snarls, baring his sharp teeth at them "What.. do you want?" he asked.
"I was trying to show you how to do it, twit!"Comes a voice. "If I wanted to one-up you, I would have painted something with... oh. I forgot, no body means no tools. This is probably the best I could do at this point."
"To help." He pulls a file from his pack, opens it, and tosses it to the ground. There is a picture of Helianth in it along with extensive notes. "I've stalked it for the past week or so, and I could give you a time, place, and method. Or just leave you with my files."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm always happy," they chuckle and raise a brow, "are you not?"
"I DON'T HAVE TIME. EVERY MOMENT IS A MOMENT WHERE SOMEONE ELSE COULD GET HURT!" they snarl.
"I... I don't know, are you sure you're always happy?" They blink blankly.
He sighs, cracking his neck and looking into their eyes "People fight, so what? Is Atticus dead? No? Then shut up and eat." He says calmly back at them.
"No." They said, their already extremely wide eyes seeming to open another inch, "I am never always happy."
"ATTICUS GOT HURT. I COULDN'T HELP HIM. I CAN'T LOSE ANOTHER LOVE."
"Then why did you say that you were? It doesn't make sense." He is very much confused now.
"You couldn't help him because you weren't there. Stop blaming yourself and being irrational, mistakes happen, people die. If you want to do something about it, EAT SOME [GP]ING FOOD FIRST!" He takes a deep breath, "I am not going to ask again."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The drawing is suddenly wiped out, and a faint breeze begins to push the dirt to redraw it, but more beautiful this time.
Cozotz wanders over, then sits down, cleaning his rifle. A not-so-subtle advertisement.
Their left eye twitches for a moment before the stick they used gets thrown into the woods "Fine! you wanna one up me?! Go ahead!" they huff and fold their long arms.
Carrion snarls, baring his sharp teeth at them "What.. do you want?" he asked.
"I was trying to show you how to do it, twit!"Comes a voice. "If I wanted to one-up you, I would have painted something with... oh. I forgot, no body means no tools. This is probably the best I could do at this point."
"To help." He pulls a file from his pack, opens it, and tosses it to the ground. There is a picture of Helianth in it along with extensive notes. "I've stalked it for the past week or so, and I could give you a time, place, and method. Or just leave you with my files."
Zazabell sticks out their long tongue and snorts, "Still. Body or not, you could focus your incorporeal energy to move stuff." They tie back their long black hair in a bun.
Carrion exhales a cloud of red smoke, snatching the files up and pouring over them "H-How?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I was trying to show you how to do it, twit!"Comes a voice. "If I wanted to one-up you, I would have painted something with... oh. I forgot, no body means no tools. This is probably the best I could do at this point."
"To help." He pulls a file from his pack, opens it, and tosses it to the ground. There is a picture of Helianth in it along with extensive notes. "I've stalked it for the past week or so, and I could give you a time, place, and method. Or just leave you with my files."
Zazabell sticks out their long tongue and snorts, "Still. Body or not, you could focus your incorporeal energy to move stuff." They tie back their long black hair in a bun.
Carrion exhales a cloud of red smoke, snatching the files up and pouring over them "H-How?"
"See what I just did? That was the limit of my physical prowess at the moment, taxman." They feel a weak flick to the chink
"I'm a sniper. I was actually on the job already, but a proper death must be poetic." He doesn't stop Carrion. "I could do it myself, but if you want to do it I'll give you half the payout. Not that you need 1,500 platinum, but fair is fair."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm always happy," they chuckle and raise a brow, "are you not?"
"I DON'T HAVE TIME. EVERY MOMENT IS A MOMENT WHERE SOMEONE ELSE COULD GET HURT!" they snarl.
"I... I don't know, are you sure you're always happy?" They blink blankly.
He sighs, cracking his neck and looking into their eyes "People fight, so what? Is Atticus dead? No? Then shut up and eat." He says calmly back at them.
"No." They said, their already extremely wide eyes seeming to open another inch, "I am never always happy."
"ATTICUS GOT HURT. I COULDN'T HELP HIM. I CAN'T LOSE ANOTHER LOVE."
"Then why did you say that you were? It doesn't make sense." He is very much confused now.
"You couldn't help him because you weren't there. Stop blaming yourself and being irrational, mistakes happen, people die. If you want to do something about it, EAT SOME [GP]ING FOOD FIRST!" He takes a deep breath, "I am not going to ask again."
He takes a deep breath and pats the ground next to him. "I am smiling, yes? I seem like I am happy. I am not happy, I am full of anger and hatred, and rage. I am full of greed and gluttony, and violent tendencies..."
Carrion snarls, his flesh boiling like soup. He turns to face him, his bloodshot eyes staring into his eyes.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I was trying to show you how to do it, twit!"Comes a voice. "If I wanted to one-up you, I would have painted something with... oh. I forgot, no body means no tools. This is probably the best I could do at this point."
"To help." He pulls a file from his pack, opens it, and tosses it to the ground. There is a picture of Helianth in it along with extensive notes. "I've stalked it for the past week or so, and I could give you a time, place, and method. Or just leave you with my files."
Zazabell sticks out their long tongue and snorts, "Still. Body or not, you could focus your incorporeal energy to move stuff." They tie back their long black hair in a bun.
Carrion exhales a cloud of red smoke, snatching the files up and pouring over them "H-How?"
"See what I just did? That was the limit of my physical prowess at the moment, taxman." They feel a weak flick to the chink
"I'm a sniper. I was actually on the job already, but a proper death must be poetic." He doesn't stop Carrion. "I could do it myself, but if you want to do it I'll give you half the payout. Not that you need 1,500 platinum, but fair is fair."
They wave their hands in the air like that is going to do anything, like waving away smoke. "That's sad," he huffs and fixes his suit jacket, "and that's repoman, not taxman."
Carrion closes the file quietly. "May I ask you something?" he asks.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Heya everybody, I’m back now I suppose. Anybody here?*
*(crashes through wall) I am! (rips you in half affectionately)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ah! Hello again, Baalze. (Pieces myself back together)*
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
*Anyone is fine :]*
Carrion hisses and turns around, "I cannot, not at this moment.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Bluebell wanders over, leaning over their shoulder and looking down at what they are drawing.
He looks at the food, looking back to them, “Yes you can, starving yourself solves nothing. Eat.” He reiterates “I don’t want to force you, and I likely can’t, but that won’t stop me from trying.”
Zazabell turns their head around and grin "Helloooooooo!" they say in a sing-songy voice.
Carrion huffs and moves away from the food and him, rolling his eyes "I need to plan ways as too kill the angel of the void.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The drawing is suddenly wiped out, and a faint breeze begins to push the dirt to redraw it, but more beautiful this time.
Cozotz wanders over, then sits down, cleaning his rifle. A not-so-subtle advertisement.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They tilt their head “Are you… happy? What are you happy about?” He asks, confused by the sing song voice.
“Helianth I assume. You can plan while you eat. Act like an adult, if you want to kill Helianth, I won’t stop you, but if you don’t eat, I’ll try to.”
Their left eye twitches for a moment before the stick they used gets thrown into the woods "Fine! you wanna one up me?! Go ahead!" they huff and fold their long arms.
Carrion snarls, baring his sharp teeth at them "What.. do you want?" he asked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'm always happy," they chuckle and raise a brow, "are you not?"
"I DON'T HAVE TIME. EVERY MOMENT IS A MOMENT WHERE SOMEONE ELSE COULD GET HURT!" they snarl.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I... I don't know, are you sure you're always happy?" They blink blankly.
He sighs, cracking his neck and looking into their eyes "People fight, so what? Is Atticus dead? No? Then shut up and eat." He says calmly back at them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"No." They said, their already extremely wide eyes seeming to open another inch, "I am never always happy."
"ATTICUS GOT HURT. I COULDN'T HELP HIM. I CAN'T LOSE ANOTHER LOVE."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I was trying to show you how to do it, twit!" Comes a voice. "If I wanted to one-up you, I would have painted something with... oh. I forgot, no body means no tools. This is probably the best I could do at this point."
"To help." He pulls a file from his pack, opens it, and tosses it to the ground. There is a picture of Helianth in it along with extensive notes. "I've stalked it for the past week or so, and I could give you a time, place, and method. Or just leave you with my files."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Then why did you say that you were? It doesn't make sense." He is very much confused now.
"You couldn't help him because you weren't there. Stop blaming yourself and being irrational, mistakes happen, people die. If you want to do something about it, EAT SOME [GP]ING FOOD FIRST!" He takes a deep breath, "I am not going to ask again."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Zazabell sticks out their long tongue and snorts, "Still. Body or not, you could focus your incorporeal energy to move stuff." They tie back their long black hair in a bun.
Carrion exhales a cloud of red smoke, snatching the files up and pouring over them "H-How?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"See what I just did? That was the limit of my physical prowess at the moment, taxman." They feel a weak flick to the chink
"I'm a sniper. I was actually on the job already, but a proper death must be poetic." He doesn't stop Carrion. "I could do it myself, but if you want to do it I'll give you half the payout. Not that you need 1,500 platinum, but fair is fair."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes a deep breath and pats the ground next to him. "I am smiling, yes? I seem like I am happy. I am not happy, I am full of anger and hatred, and rage. I am full of greed and gluttony, and violent tendencies..."
Carrion snarls, his flesh boiling like soup. He turns to face him, his bloodshot eyes staring into his eyes.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They wave their hands in the air like that is going to do anything, like waving away smoke. "That's sad," he huffs and fixes his suit jacket, "and that's repoman, not taxman."
Carrion closes the file quietly. "May I ask you something?" he asks.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]