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Gregory！

His hums cut off into nothing at the faint rustle of grass, the low crack of bones popping in their joints. That sound alone is enough to signal to him what he had been waiting for in the last few months. It was an agreement they had before the mission even started, as was custom. It was too late in their time of knowing one another to cease having meeting points once everything was said and done.

“Je suis ici. Vous savez que je tiens ma parole.“

It wasn’t hard to hear Christophe, he would know the Frenchman’s voice anywhere. Not moving from where he sat in the grass, the Brit turned his head to look in the direction he could hear his friend and companion, not at all put off by his rough words.

A grunt was the returned answer to the other, he did slightly begin stepping faster, the grass lifted beneath his feet as he finally saw the edge of the hill walking over and seeing the familiar blonde hairs.             Those locks.... He was home, he felt like he was home finally. 

      Tense shoulders lowered, he inhaled deeply his chest rising and falling, Christophe could finally feel the ache in his muscles that he was denying up until this point. 

                      “... I’m home.”                                      His voice broke as he spoke the words.             Chris let out a cough trying to cover the break. “That mission was too fucking long for what it was worth.”               He continued to complain. 

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    “Uh... Ecstasy, LSD and uh... Well I do not know but they told me it was a horse tranquilizer.” 

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@hisrevolt 

            A loud THWACK- interrupted the silence of the room, dark eyes narrowed at the blonde as he growled. “I said pay attention idiot.”                        Words sharp as thorns. 

       “You are not allowed to give me lip while being a little bitch yourself.”    The book was gripped in hand as he glared to his partner.                     “Next smack will absolutely be on your ass.”                                    Chris sneered.

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Gregory！

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It had been how long now? A few months since the last mission called Mole away? The blond was used to this, it was just how their work went. His own keeping him firmly here, though he’d taken care of his end of the situation a week ago. 

Currently the blond sat upon a hill situation within his property line, quietly looking up at the night sky as he began to hum. Hum and hum until they eventually turned into low words.

“Know that I’m with you The only way that I can be…”

        Boots felt heavy, caked in layers of flaking dried dirt as he trucked forward, leaning his neck to the side hearing the bones pop loudly as he did. Just as his boots felt weighted his whole body did as well, lifting a hand to adjust his belt that held his other partner solidly to his back.                      He leaned his head the other way the bones popped once more. 

   Christophe let out an audible grumble at having to walk up hill.                        They had a deal, they had a deal that the green clad man refused to forget. 

                                    ‘The top of the hill.’ 

  If anyone else were given these instructions before the mission they would absolutely have no idea what the words meant but to Christophe....          They meant absolutely everything. 

       “Si vous n'êtes pas ici, je vais absolument me tuer. Personne ne devrait être obligé de monter une colline.”                      The words came out with a growl. 

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“Now the light, she fades, and darkness settles in. But I will find strength, I will find pride within. Because although I die, our freedom will be won, Though I die, La Resistance… Lives… On. ”

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Cry Plays Silent Hill 2 parts 1-3 Starters

“Early 2000′s. Those were simpler times.”

“I guess that this is the right way.”

"God, it's dark. Well, it's not dark, it's just foggy."

"Time to go follow something into a bad situation."

"Why not follow the blood trail? You don't know how to defend yourself. You don't even know what it is."

"I don't want to turn around and know! I don't want to know what that is!"

"Oh, come the dick on!"

"WHOA! God...! Fuck you!"

"This is an apartment. This is where I can just take up residence."

"Garbage is always useful, you could hide in there."

"Or if you're feeling self-loathing, you can just be like "I am garbage"."

"That's what I'll pretend to tell myself, but really tell myself in the end anyway."

"*GASP* A GUN! Give me the gun!"

"Holy shit, take the gun!"

"Oh you are a fool. You are a fool and seven other fools combined."

"I'll fucking fight you. Who are you?"

"IT'S GOT LEGS ALL UP IN THIS FUCKING PLACE."

"Do-si-do motherfucker, let's go."

"OK, we goin'!"

"Looked like he was doing indecent things, but I don't really know if that was true or not."

"I was trying to be careful and it got me hurt more so than I would have normally."

"Maybe the creature from the black lagoon's in here."

"Why are you not good with hitting things?"

"I've been here. I've been in this room. I remember this area, we had no reason to even come in here."

"I don't like apartments to begin with, I used to live in them."

"Disgusting."

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       I’m never active but i love chris ask me about him. 

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“Now the light, she fades, and darkness settles in. But I will find strength, I will find pride within. Because although I die, our freedom will be won, Though I die, La Resistance… Lives… On. ”

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BASTARD

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A BAD BASTARD

Wordlessly sprays him with the hose he’d been using to wash his car.

          HISSES AND SCATTERS OFF.

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OTHER BASTARD

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“Hey man, come over here for a second.”

      Cautiously approaches. 

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❛   —————  just the way i like it.  /  a.c.

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BASTARD

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@jackalbred 

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      “I have a four point o’ grade average.”                           Spoken with a mocking tone.

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Book of the Day

“Planting Gardens in Graves: Volume One” by r.h. Sin

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