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reblog if ur a two-bit camerata piece of trash

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I'm curious. Reblog this and explain the origin of your URL in the tags.

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Royce cocks an eyebrow at Darzi's actions, he'd just taken a piece of paper from their desk, no reason for them to get in such a huff-puff about it. He scribbles down in rather nasty handwriting:

'Tuesday, four in the afternoon'

he then places the pencil back onto the desk, folds the paper into a small square and stuffs it into his pocket.  Royce is about to head out the door but pauses to say "Don't you think you've bitten off a little more than you can chew Darzi? That looks like an awful lot of work for one man to handle alone."

With that said and done he's out the door.

Troublesome Tailory

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Today i learned Darzi is a very finicky man, I should consider getting a new tailor..

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Troublesome Tailory

Royce hums to himself as he impatiently waits for Darzi to attend to him, the man was supposed be fitting him up for a suit. He'd been invited to an occasion and fancy clothing was a requirement to attend. He pulls over a chair and grabs a magazine from a pile of presumably ANCIENT magazines.

'Why does Darzi have so many they're set back to prehistoric dates' Royce wonders to himself as he flips through the pages; this particular magazine was nothing but dresses. Numerous dresses in all sorts of styles and colors, some of which were a bit too... Sparkly for his tastes.

He hopes no one at the event wears something like this, he might puke if they do. "Are you done in there yet Darzi? I think I might just drop dead if you keep me waiting here.. I've started to think you just don't want to design a suit for me."

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Why is everyone interested in my drinking habits and smoking habits? It's none of their business what I do in my spare time... Much less it is the business of my peers. In the past few hours I've gotten five more questions about my habits.

Please stop.

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When did you start smoking?

Royce sighs as he strains himself to try and remember how his bad habits had first started. It was back during his highschool years, he'd just started his freshman year and already it was going downhill. He made friends with all the wrong people, the few friends he had introduced him to cigarettes and after that he started experimenting with other drugs. Royce has since gotten better but can't seem to give up his bad smoking habits."I'd rather not talk about it.." Is all he tells the civilian, they didn't need to know that much information.

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When we come together No matter the weather We gonna love each other ‘til the end of time

Whoa-oh-oh

Happy Birthday Transistor!!

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“‘I don’t know what we’re celebrating... Today isn’t a scheduled holiday but I feel a bit strange.. Perhaps a little older?”

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New icon for the blog.

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So you're an alcoholic? Does Sybil knows about this? I'm sure she'd be disappointed.

Royce makes a vague hand gesture as if to say more or less, yes he was an alcoholic but no, Sybil wouldn’t be disappointed. It isn’t any of her business if he drinks till he passes out or not. He was perfectly capable of controlling his habits…. Except he isn’t he just likes to think he is because it makes him feel a lot better about himself.

“I’m an alcoholic from time to time… Guess it just depends on how I feel… Sybil shouldn’t care about it, it’s my life I’m ruining not hers. It doesn’t matter, it won’t stop her from being her bubbly old self… However she is disappointed in my hair, she wants to cut it and has made desperate attempts to.”

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Is there anything you want besides the Transistor?

There wasn’t much left in the quint town for him to desire, most of Cloudbank was probably gone now. Nothing to gain from going back there, all that’s left is towers upon towers of blank squares.. But there was some thing he wanted very dearly.

“I’d love a glass of wine… I don’t think I have a bottle lying around my study though, a smoke and perhaps a glass of anything really will have to do… An alcoholic beverage of any caliber would be wonderful actually.”

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While it’s been quite sometime since I’ve last spoken I’d like to make it known that I am in fact still kicking.

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Go the Fuck to SLEEP

It’s almost one in the morning and yet Royce is still in the very same spot he was at nine in the afternoon, rooted in his desk chair muttering to himself as he worked. Two more hours pass before he finally dozes off, his face planted on the desk. It seems like nothing could possibly wake him up after almost a week without sleep, but the sound of the door opening startles him awake.

He lazily looks over his shoulder, one might say he looks like a zombie. 

“What.. What are you doing here? How did you manage to get past the... The uh.. The firewall.. Wait who are you again...?”

He’d be more lively if he hadn’t just crashed.

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I’m gonna go lie around for a bit, haven’t got much to do tbh :B

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Unfinished sketch for Sim

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I'm not going to lie, I haven't been feeling all too great about myself lately