'What's an alias? I'm an alias now. I could be anything, say, this book could be my life story. I'm not going by anything recognisable to my past life, that's for sure. I'm sure my predecessor has it all worked out for me'
"Yes, but with a name, you seem less suspicious, take... Johnny Cash for example, I could say my parents liked his music and happened to share the last name, a reasonable enough explanation." He grins.
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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.'
'What's an alias? I'm an alias now. I could be anything, say, this book could be my life story. I'm not going by anything recognisable to my past life, that's for sure. I'm sure my predecessor has it all worked out for me'
"Yes, but with a name, you seem less suspicious, take... Johnny Cash for example, I could say my parents liked his music and happened to share the last name, a reasonable enough explanation." He grins.
'Hmm, true, true.' He looks in his new fake documents. 'Looks like I'm gonna be I. Hexton'
Upon making eye contact, they can immediately tell he did it, and doesn't feel shaken the slightest by it. He makes it through the crowd towards them, using getting away from the corpse as an excuse, he makes a sideward motion with his head, as if he wants to get somewhere else and speak to them, a private matter with their souls being... less than pristine.
She takes a second, before she too steps away from the crowd, partly because she genuinely doesn't want to stay anywhere near the scene of the crime. She's somewhat curious, admittedly, but also very much on guard.
He leads them back into the subway, just enough to be away and out of sight. He puts down his briefcase, giving them a friendly smile "A fellow soulkept, nice to meet you." He holds out a gloved hand, his smile genuine enough.
She produces a glove from her coat pocket, putting it on her hand before shaking his- partly to prevent infecting him, partly to prevent incriminating herself with any of the victim's blood. "I'd say the same, though I wish we could have met under less... murder-y circumstances." She responds. "I'm Lanni. And you?"
He gives them a firm and friendly handshake, his British accent as soft as his voice, but clear enough to be heard, "Johnny Cash, not the famous musician, considering I look more like John Lennon." He chuckles just the smallest bit, "It was just a matter of being something I was asked to do. The pleasure is all mine, Lanni." He bows.
As they shake hands, another spore falls from her coat sleeve and flutters down the stairs into the station proper. "You were asked to do that? An assassin of some kind, I take it?" She asks, her Italian accent as faint as her voice is when she asks that, making sure no one else hears them.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'What's an alias? I'm an alias now. I could be anything, say, this book could be my life story. I'm not going by anything recognisable to my past life, that's for sure. I'm sure my predecessor has it all worked out for me'
"Yes, but with a name, you seem less suspicious, take... Johnny Cash for example, I could say my parents liked his music and happened to share the last name, a reasonable enough explanation." He grins.
'Hmm, true, true.' He looks in his new fake documents. 'Looks like I'm gonna be I. Hexton'
"Hexton? An interesting last name chosen by whoever gave you that suitcase. Hexton the killer."
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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.'
Upon making eye contact, they can immediately tell he did it, and doesn't feel shaken the slightest by it. He makes it through the crowd towards them, using getting away from the corpse as an excuse, he makes a sideward motion with his head, as if he wants to get somewhere else and speak to them, a private matter with their souls being... less than pristine.
She takes a second, before she too steps away from the crowd, partly because she genuinely doesn't want to stay anywhere near the scene of the crime. She's somewhat curious, admittedly, but also very much on guard.
He leads them back into the subway, just enough to be away and out of sight. He puts down his briefcase, giving them a friendly smile "A fellow soulkept, nice to meet you." He holds out a gloved hand, his smile genuine enough.
She produces a glove from her coat pocket, putting it on her hand before shaking his- partly to prevent infecting him, partly to prevent incriminating herself with any of the victim's blood. "I'd say the same, though I wish we could have met under less... murder-y circumstances." She responds. "I'm Lanni. And you?"
He gives them a firm and friendly handshake, his British accent as soft as his voice, but clear enough to be heard, "Johnny Cash, not the famous musician, considering I look more like John Lennon." He chuckles just the smallest bit, "It was just a matter of being something I was asked to do. The pleasure is all mine, Lanni." He bows.
As they shake hands, another spore falls from her coat sleeve and flutters down the stairs into the station proper. "You were asked to do that? An assassin of some kind, I take it?" She asks, her Italian accent as faint as her voice is when she asks that, making sure no one else hears them.
He watches the spore fall, his eyes locking onto it, strangely enough before breaking the handshake, looking back to them as he picks up his briefcase again, putting his other hand in his pocket, "Assassin? No, I don't need the money, I... well, I suppose of sort I am an assassin."
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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.'
'What's an alias? I'm an alias now. I could be anything, say, this book could be my life story. I'm not going by anything recognisable to my past life, that's for sure. I'm sure my predecessor has it all worked out for me'
"Yes, but with a name, you seem less suspicious, take... Johnny Cash for example, I could say my parents liked his music and happened to share the last name, a reasonable enough explanation." He grins.
'Hmm, true, true.' He looks in his new fake documents. 'Looks like I'm gonna be I. Hexton'
"Hexton? An interesting last name chosen by whoever gave you that suitcase. Hexton the killer."
'Well, he was a messed up guy himself, so makes sense. I can only hope he wants me to live long enough. If he wanted me dead, he'd have done so already'
Upon making eye contact, they can immediately tell he did it, and doesn't feel shaken the slightest by it. He makes it through the crowd towards them, using getting away from the corpse as an excuse, he makes a sideward motion with his head, as if he wants to get somewhere else and speak to them, a private matter with their souls being... less than pristine.
She takes a second, before she too steps away from the crowd, partly because she genuinely doesn't want to stay anywhere near the scene of the crime. She's somewhat curious, admittedly, but also very much on guard.
He leads them back into the subway, just enough to be away and out of sight. He puts down his briefcase, giving them a friendly smile "A fellow soulkept, nice to meet you." He holds out a gloved hand, his smile genuine enough.
She produces a glove from her coat pocket, putting it on her hand before shaking his- partly to prevent infecting him, partly to prevent incriminating herself with any of the victim's blood. "I'd say the same, though I wish we could have met under less... murder-y circumstances." She responds. "I'm Lanni. And you?"
He gives them a firm and friendly handshake, his British accent as soft as his voice, but clear enough to be heard, "Johnny Cash, not the famous musician, considering I look more like John Lennon." He chuckles just the smallest bit, "It was just a matter of being something I was asked to do. The pleasure is all mine, Lanni." He bows.
As they shake hands, another spore falls from her coat sleeve and flutters down the stairs into the station proper. "You were asked to do that? An assassin of some kind, I take it?" She asks, her Italian accent as faint as her voice is when she asks that, making sure no one else hears them.
He watches the spore fall, his eyes locking onto it, strangely enough before breaking the handshake, looking back to them as he picks up his briefcase again, putting his other hand in his pocket, "Assassin? No, I don't need the money, I... well, I suppose of sort I am an assassin."
"I see..." Her eyes drift towards the briefcase, sensing something within. "What's in the briefcase? It's giving off a strange energy that we- er, that I haven't seen before."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I see..." Her eyes drift towards the briefcase, sensing something within. "What's in the briefcase? It's giving off a strange energy that we- er, that I haven't seen before."
"I could say the same for those spore of your, Ms.Lanni. I don't take it that you're a mycologist?" He says with that smile, cracking his briefcase open, his sniper rifle inside "This is my powerful and beautiful patron, Matilda."
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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.'
'Well, he was a messed up guy himself, so makes sense. I can only hope he wants me to live long enough. If he wanted me dead, he'd have done so already'
"Interesting, then try to live and do whatever you do, and try not to get caught." He orders himself a drink, some cactus whiskey as he goes back to cleaning his rifle.
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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.'
'Well, he was a messed up guy himself, so makes sense. I can only hope he wants me to live long enough. If he wanted me dead, he'd have done so already'
"Interesting, then try to live and do whatever you do, and try not to get caught." He orders himself a drink, some cactus whiskey as he goes back to cleaning his rifle.
'I'll try to do that, sure. Though if anyone tries to get on their high horse, tries to act better than me 'cause of what I had to do, then it might be a little tricky. I'm not one to back down, that's how I got here in the first place'
"I see..." Her eyes drift towards the briefcase, sensing something within. "What's in the briefcase? It's giving off a strange energy that we- er, that I haven't seen before."
"I could say the same for those spore of your, Ms.Lanni. I don't take it that you're a mycologist?" He says with that smile, cracking his briefcase open, his sniper rifle inside "This is my powerful and beautiful patron, Matilda."
"I am, actually- though, I guess that was fairly obvious." She responds, a small smile on her face for a second. "How long have you and Matilda been working together? I only found my patron a few weeks ago."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Well, he was a messed up guy himself, so makes sense. I can only hope he wants me to live long enough. If he wanted me dead, he'd have done so already'
"Interesting, then try to live and do whatever you do, and try not to get caught." He orders himself a drink, some cactus whiskey as he goes back to cleaning his rifle.
'I'll try to do that, sure. Though if anyone tries to get on their high horse, tries to act better than me 'cause of what I had to do, then it might be a little tricky. I'm not one to back down, that's how I got here in the first place'
"With all due respect, that's an idiot's choice, that fact you haven't been caught yet is a miracle." He says, sipping his drink "You need to learn discipline, because without it you're destined to die soon."
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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.'
'Well, he was a messed up guy himself, so makes sense. I can only hope he wants me to live long enough. If he wanted me dead, he'd have done so already'
"Interesting, then try to live and do whatever you do, and try not to get caught." He orders himself a drink, some cactus whiskey as he goes back to cleaning his rifle.
'I'll try to do that, sure. Though if anyone tries to get on their high horse, tries to act better than me 'cause of what I had to do, then it might be a little tricky. I'm not one to back down, that's how I got here in the first place'
"With all due respect, that's an idiot's choice, that fact you haven't been caught yet is a miracle." He says, sipping his drink "You need to learn discipline, because without it you're destined to die soon."
'And if I am, still better than going to prison. I got limited time, I'm gonna live it. I got money for bribes, after all. Was part of the deal'
"I see..." Her eyes drift towards the briefcase, sensing something within. "What's in the briefcase? It's giving off a strange energy that we- er, that I haven't seen before."
"I could say the same for those spore of your, Ms.Lanni. I don't take it that you're a mycologist?" He says with that smile, cracking his briefcase open, his sniper rifle inside "This is my powerful and beautiful patron, Matilda."
"I am, actually- though, I guess that was fairly obvious." She responds, a small smile on her face for a second. "How long have you and Matilda been working together? I only found my patron a few weeks ago."
"We have been bound to each other since I killed her, which would have been two years ago." He says with the casualness of talking about the weather, or the flavor of some coffee "That is the way things have been." He smiles.
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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 see..." Her eyes drift towards the briefcase, sensing something within. "What's in the briefcase? It's giving off a strange energy that we- er, that I haven't seen before."
"I could say the same for those spore of your, Ms.Lanni. I don't take it that you're a mycologist?" He says with that smile, cracking his briefcase open, his sniper rifle inside "This is my powerful and beautiful patron, Matilda."
"I am, actually- though, I guess that was fairly obvious." She responds, a small smile on her face for a second. "How long have you and Matilda been working together? I only found my patron a few weeks ago."
"We have been bound to each other since I killed her, which would have been two years ago." He says with the casualness of talking about the weather, or the flavor of some coffee "That is the way things have been." He smiles.
"...Oh. I see." She isn't really sure how to respond to that for a second. "You probably know a lot more about how this works than I do, then. We... We're still pretty new to this ourselves." She adds, not catching the shift from 'I' to 'we' like she did before.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I see..." Her eyes drift towards the briefcase, sensing something within. "What's in the briefcase? It's giving off a strange energy that we- er, that I haven't seen before."
"I could say the same for those spore of your, Ms.Lanni. I don't take it that you're a mycologist?" He says with that smile, cracking his briefcase open, his sniper rifle inside "This is my powerful and beautiful patron, Matilda."
"I am, actually- though, I guess that was fairly obvious." She responds, a small smile on her face for a second. "How long have you and Matilda been working together? I only found my patron a few weeks ago."
"We have been bound to each other since I killed her, which would have been two years ago." He says with the casualness of talking about the weather, or the flavor of some coffee "That is the way things have been." He smiles.
"...Oh. I see." She isn't really sure how to respond to that for a second. "You probably know a lot more about how this works than I do, then. We... We're still pretty new to this ourselves." She adds, not catching the shift from 'I' to 'we' like she did before.
"You seem to be a hive mind, while Matilda just possesses my sniper rifle. I don't know much, just that Matilda is always hungry for blood and the souls of the innocent, you probably have delicious blood." He says with a smile, "Though she seems sated for now."
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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.'
'And if I am, still better than going to prison. I got limited time, I'm gonna live it. I got money for bribes, after all. Was part of the deal'
"Foolish but fun, hope you get what you want from it." He says, humming to himself, the song seems to be German, muttering the lyrics.
'Well, no individual is immortal. But make enough of a mark, and you live on through your legacy. That's what was written in my notebook, anyways, I'm still trying to figure things out. '
'And if I am, still better than going to prison. I got limited time, I'm gonna live it. I got money for bribes, after all. Was part of the deal'
"Foolish but fun, hope you get what you want from it." He says, humming to himself, the song seems to be German, muttering the lyrics.
'Well, no individual is immortal. But make enough of a mark, and you live on through your legacy. That's what was written in my notebook, anyways, I'm still trying to figure things out. '
"Well, I've got somewhere to be, you can pay." He stands up, putting his sniper over his shoulder and walking out of the bar, leaving them behind with his suitcase.
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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.'
'And if I am, still better than going to prison. I got limited time, I'm gonna live it. I got money for bribes, after all. Was part of the deal'
"Foolish but fun, hope you get what you want from it." He says, humming to himself, the song seems to be German, muttering the lyrics.
'Well, no individual is immortal. But make enough of a mark, and you live on through your legacy. That's what was written in my notebook, anyways, I'm still trying to figure things out. '
"Well, I've got somewhere to be, you can pay." He stands up, putting his sniper over his shoulder and walking out of the bar, leaving them behind with his suitcase.
"Yes, but with a name, you seem less suspicious, take... Johnny Cash for example, I could say my parents liked his music and happened to share the last name, a reasonable enough explanation." He grins.
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.)
'Hmm, true, true.' He looks in his new fake documents. 'Looks like I'm gonna be I. Hexton'
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As they shake hands, another spore falls from her coat sleeve and flutters down the stairs into the station proper. "You were asked to do that? An assassin of some kind, I take it?" She asks, her Italian accent as faint as her voice is when she asks that, making sure no one else hears them.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Hexton? An interesting last name chosen by whoever gave you that suitcase. Hexton the killer."
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.)
He watches the spore fall, his eyes locking onto it, strangely enough before breaking the handshake, looking back to them as he picks up his briefcase again, putting his other hand in his pocket, "Assassin? No, I don't need the money, I... well, I suppose of sort I am an assassin."
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.)
'Well, he was a messed up guy himself, so makes sense. I can only hope he wants me to live long enough. If he wanted me dead, he'd have done so already'
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"I see..." Her eyes drift towards the briefcase, sensing something within. "What's in the briefcase? It's giving off a strange energy that we- er, that I haven't seen before."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I could say the same for those spore of your, Ms.Lanni. I don't take it that you're a mycologist?" He says with that smile, cracking his briefcase open, his sniper rifle inside "This is my powerful and beautiful patron, Matilda."
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.)
"Interesting, then try to live and do whatever you do, and try not to get caught." He orders himself a drink, some cactus whiskey as he goes back to cleaning his rifle.
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.)
'I'll try to do that, sure. Though if anyone tries to get on their high horse, tries to act better than me 'cause of what I had to do, then it might be a little tricky. I'm not one to back down, that's how I got here in the first place'
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"I am, actually- though, I guess that was fairly obvious." She responds, a small smile on her face for a second. "How long have you and Matilda been working together? I only found my patron a few weeks ago."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"With all due respect, that's an idiot's choice, that fact you haven't been caught yet is a miracle." He says, sipping his drink "You need to learn discipline, because without it you're destined to die soon."
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.)
'And if I am, still better than going to prison. I got limited time, I'm gonna live it. I got money for bribes, after all. Was part of the deal'
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"We have been bound to each other since I killed her, which would have been two years ago." He says with the casualness of talking about the weather, or the flavor of some coffee "That is the way things have been." He smiles.
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.)
"...Oh. I see." She isn't really sure how to respond to that for a second. "You probably know a lot more about how this works than I do, then. We... We're still pretty new to this ourselves." She adds, not catching the shift from 'I' to 'we' like she did before.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Foolish but fun, hope you get what you want from it." He says, humming to himself, the song seems to be German, muttering the lyrics.
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.)
"You seem to be a hive mind, while Matilda just possesses my sniper rifle. I don't know much, just that Matilda is always hungry for blood and the souls of the innocent, you probably have delicious blood." He says with a smile, "Though she seems sated for now."
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.)
'Well, no individual is immortal. But make enough of a mark, and you live on through your legacy. That's what was written in my notebook, anyways, I'm still trying to figure things out. '
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"Well, I've got somewhere to be, you can pay." He stands up, putting his sniper over his shoulder and walking out of the bar, leaving them behind with his suitcase.
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.)
'Next time, you're paying, though. Understood?'
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