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(=Do you guys think Wammys House bathroom had a glory hole or...=)

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(=Not sure how well I can celebrate F's birthday. County fair is in town and they got minnow snatchin AND catfish wranglin on June 3rd.=)

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wait i can abuse substances instead of feeling things

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(=Feng's birthday is coming up what do we do for him?=)

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Feng after being called "The good times ruinner" because he stopped three kids from setting off a pipe bomb in the kitchen.

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"I wouldn't say it was just money." F awkwardly retorted as if somehow being called a boring killer hurt his feelings, "Pride plays a part too. Pride and sending a message. If I don't punish one theif I could end up with more..."

The comment about C caught him off gaurd. He hadn't really considered a betrayal from any of his colleagues, not with how lucrative the Wammys drug market was.

"I just-" F paused, he had been vulnerable enough tonight, "You like getting under people's skin don't you?"

He lets Backup take the joint from him, he doesn't really care about it now.

"I don't feel much in the way of guilt. It's... unfortunate that X had to fuck up lioe that. I can't let certain actions go unpunished even if they are my friends."

Feng had friends, yes. Fang did not.

"Thanks for keeping the secret, though. I can't imagine what they'd to do me for two counts of attempted murder."

There were certainly more attempts under his belt, but none he felt like bringing up. Backup already knew enough.

[Knocks on F's door]

"Don't answer if you're screwing C right now, I won't give him the satisfaction of laying my eyes on his dick."

The door opens slightly, "Trust me Backup, if I was banging C you'd know before you could knock. If you have something to say, say it fast or come in. There's a camera pointed at more door, you know."

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(=Ok so I like theming my blogs too much. K gets her own blog, it's @making-a-killing =)

(=I am considering adding K to my roster seeing as my only muse is F and I talk about her often (also I am slowly becoming the L Change The World guy) and I was wondering if I should, if I was to add her:

1. make a separate blog for her as this one is very Feng themed

2. Make a second intro post linked in my pinned describing her

3. Add her under Fengs description and not make anything new

Uh, vote now??

=)

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(=Currently it's looking like adding a new intro post for her, but it's two to one and I still am not opposed to making a K themed blog... I may do that, just because I like making these so much.=)

(=I am considering adding K to my roster seeing as my only muse is F and I talk about her often (also I am slowly becoming the L Change The World guy) and I was wondering if I should, if I was to add her:

1. make a separate blog for her as this one is very Feng themed

2. Make a second intro post linked in my pinned describing her

3. Add her under Fengs description and not make anything new

Uh, vote now??

=)

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(=I am considering adding K to my roster seeing as my only muse is F and I talk about her often (also I am slowly becoming the L Change The World guy) and I was wondering if I should, if I was to add her:

1. make a separate blog for her as this one is very Feng themed

2. Make a second intro post linked in my pinned describing her

3. Add her under Fengs description and not make anything new

Uh, vote now??

=)

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Feng had previously wanted to avoid showering with Yoriko, simply not trusting himself to not make it akward, though now seeing her back he was wrought with a sense of dread and worry.

"Yoriko-" He didn't have anything to actually say, only speaking with a vague sense that something should be said.

Looking at the damage she had sustained he was at a loss for words. Several emotions swirled within him. Concern, sadness, anger, fear. He swallowed hard and quickly stripped down, "Y-yeah. I can help with your back."

Retrieving his soap and a wash cloth he stepped into the cold water. He understood not waiting for it to warm, there was hardly a point in that seeing as the 'warm' water was barely that at all. He lathered soap on the rag and pressed it against the bloody cuts, hoping it didn't hurt too much. Staring down the length of their body he watched as blood poured down her skin and into the drain. He felt sick.

"Sorry if it hurts. I- can't really see a way to make it not."

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders

Someone needs to be nice to her.

-F, (Fairweather-Fangs)

It has been almost a week since the incident with Z. She does not talk about it, keeps her mouth firmly shut as they demanded, but it is impossible to deny the shift in her demeanour. Always looking over her shoulder, tense and barely speaking. Returning to that wild dog anxiety of before Wammy's House.

It does not help that they have left the East Wing an open scar. They were still digging people out, and it was more corpses than the living. Yoriko did not look, and knew that most who had been in the East Wing that day were not part of the L Project. Easy to dispose of. Unnecessarily taking up space.

She had to start over again. Her room was destroyed. Yoriko had lingered on the edges of the shared room of A and B, but hesitated to stay longer. It took everything not to say anything, to scream 'see what they do to us', to throw things and cry like a petulant child. Yoriko hated to depend on others; a lifetime where they were the only one in their world they could trust. In times of crisis, Yoriko always returned to themselves.

So when a blanket wrapped around their shoulders, they stiffened. Part of them wanted to wonder if it was a sign of her execution day. Like a shroud. She glanced down at it. It was soft and faded blue in colour. There was nothing particularly noteworthy of her execution shroud; how they saw her. Nothing noteworthy, just another inconvenience down the line.

When she looked up, it was with acceptance in her eyes and it took a long time to register that, if this was her death, they picked a cruel betrayal in F. She kept staring, waiting, before looking away. She hardly had the energy to complain, and if F were not there to put the bullet in her then she never said any of it out loud.

"I'm... tired. I don't remember when I last slept."

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some observations on color coding eyewear in ficton and their meanings

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"I mean, I feel like killing him opens up a new opportunity to hire worse people to run this palce. The old man sucks balls but at least he has a limit before he gives up. Burning the place down doesn't sound too bad though, given I can grab my shit before it goes up."

"Well, after failing to kill Roger by Halloween, we must make another attempt tomorrow on bonfire night, and my this is the biggest bonfire yet. If they fail to kill the man, they may well burn down the house, or at least take off the lead roof."

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Listen, you’re very cute, but if you rearrange the alphabet to put U and I together it will RUIN the spacing!

Alphabet Notes [Explained]

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Gotta get married so I can avoid situations with a “oh sorry I can’t, my wife needs me home asap” and then go home to my beautiful wife

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F's YouTuber apology.

His gf is problematic (bioterrorism)😔

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(=I had to drive somewhere and my pandora exclusively gave me songs in the spirit of Feng I think that was a sign.=)