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Still busy as hell and the damn responsibilities stack 😔 Really miss being here though, hoping I can get active again in the summer once life hopefully winds down.

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My boss said my work schedule should let up in August <:)

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yes yes characters doomed by the narrative always slap BUT what about characters saved by the narrative? characters who have already given up hope and don't know they have a happy ending? characters who believe they are a lost cause, characters who feel irredeemable, characters who think there's nothing left for them, but the narrative does provide a way out? what about the characters who don't expect anything good, who don't even remember how to wish for it anymore, who get the things they need anyway? what about the characters who actively run from being saved getting saved in a way they can't stop or control. what about being saved by the narrative!!!

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Muse won’t say anything so from mun: happy birthday Jounouchis :P

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Verse Starter Call: Bad Moon Rising

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failed my blood test, there was only a dark ichor

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"Really? I did that?" -- Pegasus

"Unless you know any other Pegasus J. Crawfords- and God fucking help me if you do."

Horrifying thought. He regrets having it already.

"Don't play fucking dumb 'cuz you don't wanna own up to your shit. I remember, and I'll make you pay up one way or another."

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"Have you ever killed anyone? I mean, have you ever got actual blood on your hands?"

"Nope," he says, and completely truthfully too.

(rest under cut for russian roulette lol)

At best he's, what, an accessory to suicide? If you'd even call losing a game as much. He never made anyone sit at the other side of the table, either, and he never prayed or picked four leaf clovers or did anything to make his luck any better than the other sorry sucker playing with guns.

Sometimes he wished he did waste his turn, blow the other guy's brains out for him, get chased by ghosts for good reasons instead of for just being the guy sitting there with better odds. Something he can't wash his hands of, it might as well be blood, right?

Just not fair, in his opinion, he could only pull the trigger on himself but seeing those dumb, dead dipshits still nags at him like it was somehow his fault it happened. Like any of them woulda felt the same if they'd won.

Sometimes he wished he was better at haunting people, but it's too late to try again.

Bold thing to ask up front, though, he'd give Dice Guy credit for that, at least, and a little bit of a smirk to boot. Completely truthfully again, he says, and shrugs, "Sorry to disappoint ya, but my hands are clean."

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send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.

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Questioning Sentences, Vol. 16

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"What do you do when you get home?"

"Have you ever killed anyone? I mean, have you ever got actual blood on your hands?"

"You do realise the risk if anyone sees us?"

"You haven't come here to bump him off, have you?"

"Really? I did that?"

"Are you drinking all alone tonight?"

"You look awfully serious. Is everything okay?"

"You're a killjoy, you know that?"

"You know who's behind this, don't you?"

"Are you kidding me? You're actually bringing this up right now?"

"You're afraid of him, aren't you?"

"Don't you realise how ridiculous you seem?"

"How close to death do you want to get?"

"What do your parents think you're up to down here?"

"Do you know what the ultimate secret is?"

"Is this real, or some strange and twisted dream?"

"Why would I feel guilty about doing my job?"

"Are you making fun of me?"

"You've set up this whole operation without telling me?"

"I don't really have old man ear hair, do I?"

"What makes you think that I'm going to fall for that blatant manipulation?"

"Are you accusing me of covering up a crime?"

"So, there's no one special in your life right now?"

"Do you remember the first time you handcuffed me?"

"Is there not just one tiny part of you that wonders if I'm right?"

"Is this a trick question? What answer isn't going to have me sleeping on the couch tonight?"

"Do you ever think that maybe you're overreacting a teensy bit?"

"How come we always end up like this?"

"What's the next step? Do we escalate?"

"So, at this point, we have no human suspects?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Do you believe in God?"

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Since when did you ask permission to ask questions?"

"So, do you ever do anything for fun?"

"I've got to warn you, he's lacking in some of the social niceties."

"Can I see you again?"

"Are you having a breakdown?"

"Are you still getting the flashbacks?"

"Is my death so important to you?"

"I thought I told you to stay over there?"

"Maybe this is a sign?"

"But of course, you've heard me tell that story once or twice, haven't you?"

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(@lccneytccny / X )

He suppressed a shudder- Pegasus always laced his words with poison, Keith knew that all too well. His eyes never left the other man as he spoke, dark lenses hiding the constant flickering of his gaze. Every movement of his hands, the slightest twitch of his expression. As far as he was concerned, Pegasus was a powder keg, and he wasn't about to get caught in the explosion a third time.

But there was something gnawing at him, else he wouldn't've put himself in the blast radius to begin with. With a now focused, pointed look of his own, he leaned forward, pushing his luck perhaps by drawing a card from Pegasus's deck as well, looking at it with little interest before setting it face down in front of himself.

"Aw, didn't seem t' take much before." He leaned back again with a smirk, drumming his fingers over the face down card almost protectively. "Whaaat, you suddenly grow a conscience now?"

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“This is what I was called for? You?” 

"Cool it, you're killin' me with the enthusiasm here."

He considered taking his shades off for a moment just so Kaiba could see how hard he could roll his eyes. It was the only part of his current attire that made him recognizable as Bandit Keith, though, so he opted to keep them- at present, he was weirdly.... tidy, and business casual.

"But technically, you were called for I2," he shrugged. "I'm just the messenger boy today. Guess ya lucked out.

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"Huh? Nah." He shrugged. He was Midwestern like that. If he didn't have at least some shreds of dignity left in him he'd be out there in basketball shorts and a tanktop like it wasn't even anything.

"I like the cold. What, you not a winter guy?"

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Yami was taking a break from his work and took a walk. Humming a tune while glancing between different food spots. Perhaps he could stop a cafe or one of the stands real quick. There was a flash of something familiar in his peripheral vision. So Yami looked back in that direction.

"Keith? It has been... Quite a while. Keeping warm? Or does the cold not bother you too much?"

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The American Midwest is being hit with dangerous blizzards and subzero temps that can cause frostbite in under ten minutes and my dad is outside grilling burgers.

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Nnnnnnnoooooo, he didn't particularly want to.

But, ah, "learning to cook," that set off something fatal in him, that unshakeable urge to assert himself when something hit upon his own skillset.

"Cooking, huh..." Don't do it, Keith.

"I mean, I don't really care for a chat, but..." Stop it. You're gonna hate yourself for this. "...I could probably show you guys a thing or two, sometime. Used to do it for a living, ya know."

God-fucking-dammit. And there he went, being Mr. Social Butterfly apparently.

Adult life sometimes got in the way, didn't it? It felt like time had simply slipped away from him. But it was nice. Having someone he considered a friend on the outside of things...even if they did have some history.

Starting over was a great gift, though, and he liked sharing that with someone, even unknowingly.

"Lovely. My roommate and I are learning to cook now. Would you like to come over for a chat sometime? I have a table for guests, now. He's an old friend of mine, from my home country, though."