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*Logs on, collects drafts* 

I’m still alive, but i’m usually HERE these days. My smoll demon child.

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I got most of my drafts here done... for once. Rather, the one’s that I could find, and I still have a few more left, but I finally got some muse?? Yay for me. Welcome to Andre, I have 10k blogs, and forget about half of them.

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thickcrskiin:

  “Okay, fine.” she would just grumble and pout about that little fact for a few seconds before her lips pursed with her head tilted off to one side. “....Well, you’re not wrong about that.” What? He wasn’t. But now he had her attention, even if part of her questioned it a little bit. “——If I agree to coffee - which seems vaguely connected to the dancing thing, by the way - you’ll tell me about him? Promise?”

“---- Scouts honor.” A faint chuckle then escaped his lips,  “I swear, on the Countess, that I will tell you about everything that I can, and coffee? That is just the start.” Donovan then moved to run his left hand under her chin for a few moments, “Trust me on that.”

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@occulttrashqueen

“Well I hear they go for a pretty penny on the black market. —That joke never does land.” Abby takes a sip of her drink and laughs, “Now I’ve been asked for a lotta things, cigarette, change, phone number but blood is a new one.” 

“The black market also thrives on many other things. Blood... is just one little thing I can ask for. I know a girl, sweet girl, but everything she OWNS demands it. Even ice.”

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@occulttrashqueen

“Story kinda sounds kinda like Thunderdome. Four man enter one man leave. Did I miss Tina Turner?” The redhead snorts before making the cutest face she can muster at him. He’s lucky he’s cute and its distracting from the carnage. “This cherubic face does have that effect on people.”

“No, she wasn’t there, but I met her once. Wasn’t exactly my type either... too much talking and she seemed to think I was on drugs? I mean, I was, but that was besides the point.” A faint chuckle then escaped his lips, “It’s more... four enter and a blood sucker leaves. Same thing though.”

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♔ starter for @eternaldonovan

Eyes draw to her lover who is stretched out along side her. Quirking a brow she could sense something on his mind that wasn’t her, and it worried her to be frank. “Darling, why the long face? Aren’t you happy?”

His mind was on OTHER matters for the time being, but he THOUGHT that he was able to keep them in the back of his mind, and that was what truly was the disappointing factor for the time being. Not that it mattered, he would go back to his usual self eventually ( He always did )

“Mmm? I was simply.... distracted was all.”

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JOHN LOWE

WITHOUT any thought for anyone but himself, John’s hand shot out, grabbing the front of the other’s shirt and yanking him closer, as if that might force him to listen. “I’m gonna ask you one more time. Have you seen a little boy running around in here?”

There was MUCH that he could have simply SAID towards the officer as his shirt was grabbed, but DONOVAN decided to simply take the ROUTE of the LESS traveled as a low grunt escaped his lips as he prepared to finally speak,  “----- Ask that to someone who CARES, Lowe.”

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*Logs on* let’s see how many drafts I can do.

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“---- Why would I want to steal your kidney? I don’t do things like that, but I might ask for some blood. Almost everything in the city demands it.”

Is it now? She grins, “Well, color me flattered handsome, now this isn’t some elaborate ruse woo me and steal my kidney is it?”

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“--- I know her games better than anyone, Revan. Trust me, I won’t indulge her too much, but then again? It could be amusing to see where she takes it this time.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” she responded, eyes flickering a bit. “If you want to indulge her of her games, than by all means, go ahead, I certainly won’t stop you.”

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“--- Does it really look like I care?” Donvan asked with a grunt, “No, I didn’t try it, and I don’t think I care too much to look.”

“Did you try their room? He could also be with March or Maz if he’s not at work.” Though given the circumstances, he was, as he had said, more likely with Revan.

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“--- And I can’t guarantee that you will live if you don’t show me them. So, get to it.”

“I can show you where the books are, but I can’t guarantee that they’ll work.” 

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@moralslefttodecay liked for a thing 10k years ago.

“---- So, for the record, I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I could care less.” It wasn’t truly that Donovan didn’t care, but it was more to the point that he honestly was in one of his moods, and could care less.

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“--- While it may be a matter of time? Well, I don’t think I want to deal with it.” He shrugged, “Tough luck... really.”

“For most people, this wouldn’t be odd. For you however…” she gave an absent shrug. “And honestly, it’s only a matter of time before you end up pissing someone off.”

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One day, I will actually finish writing the starters I need to write here, but that day is not today.

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 “--- I wouldn’t exactly call it odd. I simply would like to call it being-half way decent.” He pointed out bluntly, “Besides, I could be going around waking the DEAD, but I am not.”

Ruusan had just been about to turn off the music when she heard him. Giving a low growl, she turned to face him. “No, you’re not. Which is rather odd for you.”

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“Oh, I could name off several reasons to why this year is better than last, but the prime one? You’re here.”

She spun around on the bar stool. Whelp, curiosity did kill the cat. “Good ol’ spooktober. What makes this year so much better that last?”