#Pallet Wrapper

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Pallet Wrappers: How are they improving the warehouse process?

Pallet wrappers play a crucial role in the efficient and safe handling of goods in industries ranging from manufacturing to logistics. These machines are designed to wrap pallets of goods securely and uniformly with stretch film, offering several advantages in terms of efficiency and safety. In this discourse, we’ll delve into the workings of pallet wrappers, their benefits, and how they…

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5 Benefits of Using a Stretch Film Wrapping Machine in Dublin

In the vibrant business landscape of Dublin, efficiency and innovation are key drivers for success. For businesses involved in packaging and logistics, investing in the right equipment can make a significant impact. One such tool gaining prominence is the stretch film-wrapping machine. Here are five benefits of using a stretch film-wrapping machine in the dynamic city of Dublin.

I. Enhanced Product Stability During Transportation

Dublin's bustling streets and busy transportation networks demand robust packaging solutions. A stretch film wrapping machine ensures that palletized goods are securely wrapped, minimizing the risk of load shifting during transit. This enhanced stability not only prevents damage to products but also contributes to a smoother and more reliable supply chain.

II. Time Efficiency in Packaging Operations

In a city where time is of the essence, streamlining packaging processes is crucial. A stretch film wrapping machine automates the wrapping task, significantly reducing the time required for packaging. This time efficiency allows businesses in Dublin to enhance overall operational productivity and meet tight deadlines with ease.

III. Cost Savings through Material Efficiency

Stretch film wrapping machines are designed to optimize the use of packaging materials. By precisely stretching and wrapping the film around pallets, these machines reduce material wastage. This not only leads to cost savings but also aligns with sustainability goals, a factor of increasing importance in Dublin's environmentally conscious business environment.

IV. Versatility in Wrapping Applications

Dublin's diverse industries require packaging solutions that can adapt to various product types and sizes. Stretch film wrapping machines offer versatility in wrapping applications, accommodating different shapes and dimensions of palletized goods. This adaptability makes them suitable for a wide range of industries, from manufacturing to retail.

V. Improved Worker Safety and Ergonomics 

Ensuring a safe working environment is paramount in Dublin's business culture. Stretch film wrapping machines contribute to improved worker safety by automating the wrapping process. This reduces the need for manual labor in repetitive and physically demanding tasks, minimizing the risk of workplace injuries and enhancing overall employee well-being.

[ms-demeanor]

The other day i was at the drugstore and ended up in the shitty last minute gifts aisle and I found an acrylic knit blanket in a solid color with no discernible pattern that was labelled as a "cable-knit wool ombre throw" and i just had to stand there for a minute having a mini-crisis about how completely shopping of all kinds has been ruined.

I can see where something like that mislabeling would be useful to generate sales online but I was standing there in person looking at a plain plastic blanket described as a patterned, colorful, natural-fiber blanket grinding my mental gears as I tried to figure out how on earth that kind of lie is expected to pass muster in physical reality. My best guess is that people don't look at the label and it's just a shitty blanket that was bought as part of a pallet of shitty gifts all from shitty dropshippers to serve as an obligatory offering to social norms from someone who forgot they were attending their sister-in-law's holiday party and that it was cheaper to have it delivered to the brick and mortar store in its incorrect-search-term wrapper than to have different packaging for online and physical retail spaces but there was nonetheless something oddly dismal and surreal about being slapped in the face by the tik-tok-shop sales modality in the candy section of the CVS.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

He Canceled Hot Girl Summer 🔥

18+ mdni

Series Master list

Some Sunday at the Price house...|

Johnny looked around his Captain’s place and took note of where each and every camera was. Until he could convince you to move to a more secure location. Your second floor flat wasn't cutting it for him, and even though the building door was key-fob entry, he knew all too well that a determined person could bypass it. He was more than prepared to drop quite a bit of money on a home security system and bribe his mates into helping him install it.

“So!” Mrs.Price had flopped down on the couch and watched as he and her husband discussed the pros and cons of each system. “Hubby tells me you got a girl and a baby now Soap!”

Johnny looks up at his Captain and raises an eyebrow, “Really Cap?”

Price only laughs, a deep belly laugh, “I don't keep anything from my Sweetheart. You know that, I suspect it will be the same for you and your bird.”

Mrs.Price shakes her head, “Can I see a picture of them?” She's got that mischievous look on her face. “I heard you ended up with an American.”

“Aye, ah did.” He pulls out his phone and flips through the many photos he's taken in the past three weeks of his Chuilein and mini me. He stops at the photo of her and Omari and smiles.

It's his favorite photo by far. A picture of his girl holding his little boy, her hair is a bit messy and frizzy, and she's sitting on the couch blowing raspberries in Omari's tummy. She's his wee bonnie lass, and it makes his heart clench. Omari has his little fist resting against her head, and that little gummy smile is as big as his face. He shows the picture to Mrs.Price and just as expected, the woman melts.

“Aaaww he's a little fat man! Looks exactly like you. Did she even contribute anything other than the color pallet?” Mrs.Price stops grinning as she squints at the photo. “Now Soap, why does she look like this?”

Price stops explaining the specs and tilts his head, “Sweetheart-” He wants to stop his wife before she starts scolding Johnny.

“Seriously, does she know you have this picture of her?” Mrs.Price is scolding Johnny, and there's a frown on her face. “Poor girl looks a mess, and I can tell she hasn't been wearing her bonnet or a scarf.” She clicks her tongue against her teeth and hands him back his phone.

“I thought she looked nice?” He looks at Price with question and confusion on his face. Price only shrugged his shoulders.

“Here's what you're gonna do.” Mrs.Price clapped her hands, “Soap, you're gonna take her to my hairdressers, pay for more than a wash and go, maybe a silk press if she wants it and after you're gonna send her to the nail salon and insist they take good care of her there!”

Johnny is a bit confused, “why?”

“Because, you're with an American Black Woman. And it looks like she hasn't worn her silk bonnet in days. Trust me.”

Johnny doesn't question the orders he's given as he watches Mrs.Price call up her hairdresser and make sure she's got a few openings for the week. Once that's done, a pretty dark blue bonnet still in the wrapper is shoved into his hands. Mrs.Price is smiling, and then she is giving Captain a look.

“I expect to be pregnant in two months…Soap's little boy needs a cousin.” She laughs, and Johnny takes it as his cue to leave. He really thought his hen looked fine, but if Mrs.Price said otherwise, he'd listen and adjust as needed.

Chapter 5: Who takes care of the family's daughter…when she's always taken care of others? 🤔

The Hot Bitch Club 🔥💖🔥GC

Rosette: So John went and sent you to get your hair done and nails done, gave you a pretty new silk bonnet and insisted he take care of Big Mari for the day? He's a keeper.🥹😌

Jay: He's tryna hit.

Aaliyah: do NOT sleep with your baby daddy!

You: 🙄 he isn't trying to sleep with me. I am choosing to see this as a push present that's late.

Aaliyah: a push present is NOT the bare minimum of what he's supposed to be doing. A push present is him getting you a car, Dior, a bag. 💅🏾

You: Aaliyah plz…

Jay: did we gloss over the he's tryna hit part? 🤨 cause he wouldn't be comfortable doing this if he wasn't given the space to begin with.

You: Jay what?🤦🏾‍♀️

Jay: as the only nigga in this group chat, I would like to point out how odd it is that he's going out of his way like this.

Rosette: I would like to remind everyone that John is not black nor is he subjected to that type of scummy culture and shouldn't be held to the same standards. Maybe he really wants to do right by the mother of his child and make things easier.😟😟

Jay: a nigga is a nigga no matter the color of his skin or whatever Jesus said 😮‍💨, we all saw how he was the night Omari was conceived. He had like five Hennessy shots back to back no chaser!!!

Aaliyah: he did didn't he 😂😂😂 I thought I was wilding with my little drink and he knocking them back like it was water! Let's not forget them body shots 👀👀👀

You: 🤦🏾‍♀️

Rosette: he seemed to enjoy drinking alcohol out of your navel 😏

You: 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ Who side are you on 😩

Jay: focus! The only way to make sure he's not on that type of time, is to not have sex with him. Actively deny him, lay out the boundary.

You: he got my hair and nails done to be nice. He takes care of Omari, like a present father should. And he's just a bit paranoid and wants us safe. I don't think he's concerned about trying to have sex with me.

You: besides…my sex drive is shot right now. It's like a desert down there right now.

Aaliyah: 😒 hmm okay

You: I should block all of you. 🚫

Rosette: okay but before you do that, I have a request!

Rosette: I want us all to go out and I wanna invite Kylie and his friends

Rosette: Aaliyah 🥺🥺🥺

Aaliyah: no.

You: what's going on? Did you just refer to him as ‘Kylie’? 🤔��

Rosette: I want us all to go on a group date.

Jay: will there be a girl involved? 👀👀👀

Rosette: aren't you talking to someone right now?

You: she is…

Jay: I'm not letting my girlfriend get in the way of me finding my wife.😌

You: foul😫 you single handily give studs a bad name!

Aaliyah: rude! This why the last girl busted out your car windows as soon as you got back to atl earlier this year.

Rosette: back on topic. Plz just give his friend Simon a chance? 🙏🏾

Aaliyah: fine. But you owe me.

Rosette: great! 😉😉😉😉

You shake your head and go back to wrapping up your hair. It's been a while since you got a silk press and the smooth texture of your hair made you smile. It was the first time in weeks that you felt like yourself and the first time since Omari has been home, you were able to do your nightly routine without having him right next to you.

Your mind wanders back to what was said in the group chat about Johnny and his recent actions. When he handed you the silk bonnet, some part of you felt an odd warmth. Your regular bonnet had been misplaced for days and you had given up on trying to find it. Between Omari deciding to insist on acting brand new and crying for hours on end at any inconvenience and your boss being difficult, your hair had fallen to the wayside. So when Johnny gave you that bonnet this morning and sent you on your way to get your hair and nails done, you cried as soon as he closed the door and you were in your car.

That crying fit would need to be dissected in therapy. Because it was an ugly cry, the “leave Britney alone” kind of cry. For now though, you would blame it on hormones and postpartum depression.

With your hair finally wrapped up and face mask put on for the night, you went and plopped down on the couch next to Johnny. He had started making himself comfortable in your apartment, often coming over and staying to cook dinner or breakfast or even buying food for the fridge.

“So…” You say as you tuck your legs under you and lean against the couch arm, “we need to talk.”

“Aye, we do.” He hasn't taken his eyes off of Omari and continues to shake the baby rattle in his face. “Ye go first Chuilein.”

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves, “You do know I am not gonna sleep with you right?” You side eye him at just the right angle.

His body tenses up and he looks at you, “I ken tha.”

“Good, because I don't want you to get the wrong idea or anything.”

“And what idea should I nae get?” He turns to face you completely. His blue eyes seem concerned, brows furrowed together. Omari gets readjusted so that he can sit up and play with his rattle.

“That just because you do nice things for me…doesn't mean I'm gonna sleep with you. You really only need to worry about Omari.” For the most part, you keep your voice and face impassive. On the inside you are thinking about the horror stories of other single mothers putting up with the fathers of their children so he would stick around. Stories of your GiGi come to mind and you supress a shiver.

“Ah��m s'pposed tae do nice things because yur tha mum of mah son…an’ I want tae take care of ye Chuilein.” He sounds almost hurt at your words. “I donnae want ye ta even think like tha.”

Color you shocked when he gets up and puts Omari down in his bouncer. The baby whines and whimpers, a threat for him to start crying. Johnny only gives him a smile and whispers that he will be okay. Then Johnny turns back to you and sits down, grabbing your hand and that stern look is back on his face. It's out of place, usually he is smiling, grinning like a loon, or has a relaxed air about him. Now though, you feel like you're under a microscope being judged just slightly.

“Ye are mah bonnie lass. Tha mum of mah first born son. If ye were upset ‘bout the joke I made ‘bout the Irish twins ah'm sorry chuilein. An’ I don't do nice things ‘cause I wanna sleep wit ye.” He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb and gives you a reassuring smile. “I do it ‘cause that's what a man is s'pposed to do.”

“John-” you go to say but for some reason your mind blanks and there's a wetness on your cheeks and he's wiping it away. It takes a moment but you realize you're crying.

“I mean it chuilein. Donnae ye ever feel like ye have to repay me f’takin’ care ‘of ye and Omari. I want tae.” He shushes whatever else you were gonna say with that one saying.

You only nod your head and immediately avert your eyes. Yeah your therapist was going to be earning her check the next time you saw her and you began to unpack today's crying spell. Who would have known a damn bonnet, hair appointment, nail appointment and being able to apply a face mask (that you ruined by crying just now) was enough to make you feel sick? “Thank you Johnny. It makes me feel better to know that.”

“Have ye been see'in your doctors bonnie?” He asks, “I worry ‘bout ya and I wanna make sure you're okay.”

“I haven't the time. Between work and Omari-”

“Then wha should ah do to help make sure ye have time?”

You frown and snatch your hand away from his grip, “I don't know Johnny. I just want time to do my hair and not feel like I'm always the last person I think about.”

He only nods his head, “Set up a weekly appointment for yer hair yea?”

You look at him, a snarky reply on your lips but he beats you to speak first.

“No argument. I'll pay for it, and whatever else makes ye feel better.” He is leaving no room for arguments and gets up to pick up Omari. His attention now fully on his son. “Gonna get mini me a bath, should go down easy t'night. Mah mum sent told me bairns get tired wit tummy time and he's had so much of tha t'day.” He moves to leave but stops. “Lemme know when ye make your therapist appointment and I'll make sure to have off so ah can be wit Omari for tha day.” And just like that he's back to his happy and goofy self speaking Gaelic to the baby.

That night, after Johnny had bathed and gave Omari a bottle, he paced back and forth trying to make sense of why you had even thought he was being nice with the expectation of sex being involved. He prided himself in not being that type of guy, the quid pro quo type that abused every little interaction. He saw the worst the world had to offer, had seen women do anything to keep their children safe. He was actively trying to make sure he never acted in any manner that would make you, his bonnie lass, his future Missus, feel uncomfortable.

Omari had spit out the nipple to his bottle, and began to talk to him.

“Ye need tae be sleep soon mini.” He whispered and adjusted him so he could burp him. “Ye also need ta give your mum a break, she works hard enough as is.”

Omari only whines and coos, trying to lift his head. Johnny kisses his cheek and smiles. “Do ye ken why ye mum is feeling that way?” He asks, knowing he won't get an answer. Blue sleepy eyes only stare back at him, and Johnny gets an idea of who he can talk to. He sits down and calls his sister Davina.

She answers with a yawn, “Yea Johnny?”

And as soon as she says that, Johnny hurriedly in a hushed whisper recounts his talk with Davina. She listens and doesn't judge and when he is done with his tale, she rolls her eyes.

“Is she the eldest sibling?” Davina asks, “or is she the only daughter? Or both?”

“I think she's the only daughter, gots two older brothers an’ a younger brother.” He tilts his head and stares at the video screen.

Davina is not impressed and she makes it known. “The poor woman's da is a colonel and her mum probably had her hands full wit four kids, three bein’ boys…she probably innit used ta being looked after wit’ out need'n ta give back…just make everythin easy f'her.” Davina nods her head like the answer should have been obvious.

And Johnny feels bad for even needing to ask, “Hm…ye think she'd lemme move her in wit me?”

“Ye go on missions so often and fer so long.” She sighs, “ye need ta talk to her first ‘bout yer job an’ still learn to parent wit her.”

“I feel like-” He begins to protest. He feels like things are moving too slow. He wants to live under the same roof as his lass and bairn. He wants to make up for the last year of not being there. He is worried that the next mission may be his last and he won't be able to give his little family what they deserve. He finally understands why Price went out of his way to get his wife to elope with him after deciding that her visiting for a holiday wouldn't be enough. It was the pressing need to speedrun life, to try and do everything just in case a bullet ever found him out in the field.

“I ken ye feel like ye donnae have all tha time in your line ‘f work…but ye need ta be smart ‘bout this. A relationship with yur hen is gonna be complicated especially since tha baby got here first ‘fore tha ring an’ house.” Davina gives him a look of sympathy. “Just support her an’ take care ‘f ye bairn. It'll work out.”

Johnny nods his head. He is positive he can make it work.

a/n: how you all doing? Sorry I didn't post last night. I had to clear it with my morals about posting the n-word…and then I realized this is my story so I'm gonna use it. I don't care if non-black people reblog this chapter or any chapter where that word shows up, but I don't want you all making some silly think piece about it. This story is very much a black story at its core and that word is being used in its proper context in relation to the reader and the OCs that use it. That's all.

Also...who noticed who Price is married to? 👀 (go read my P.Y.T series to find out.)

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[amazingmsme]

Part Time Actor

AN: I’m so close to getting caught up, I’m really trying y’all! I’ve wanted to write something with Phoenix & Edgeworth watching legally blonde for forever now, & I finally got around to it! Hope y’all enjoy day 23!

Phoenix had been begging Edgeworth to watch this movie for what felt like ages now. Of course, he'd held off for as long as he could, convinced it was another run of the mill 2000's romcom. But after the last film in their horror movie marathon, they both agreed that perhaps a pallet cleanser was in order.

So there they were, sitting in a cozy, dimly lit living room on the couch buried beneath a fluffy blanket as Legally Blonde played on the TV. They idly picked at the half empty popcorn bowl, a few empty candy wrappers littered around them.

The movie wasn't as bad as he thought. Still a little too feminine for his taste, but he was surprisingly invested in the plot. Well, it would be easier to pay attention if Phoenix wasn't reciting the whole damn movie in his ear.

Any witty quip or weighted dialogue was overshadowed by his performance. Which was a little cute at first, sweet even, but now it was getting on his last nerve.

"Thanks for inviting me girls! This party is super fun!" he spoke in sync with Elle, now dressed as a pink bunny. Why she would even trust those snobby girls in the first place was beyond him, and he really was trying to sympathize with her plight.

"Nice outfit!" Oh yeah, he wasn't only sticking to one character. He recited whole scenes with himself. "Oh, I like your outfit too, except when I dress up as a frigid bitch, I try not to look so constipated."  He snorted in amusement at that one, but he might have even chuckled if Wright would just shut up for five minutes...

"Perhaps you should've been an actor, seeing as you know the whole script," he quipped. Phoenix grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry, I'll be quiet," he apologized.

"Mhmm," Edgeworth hummed, not believing him for a second.

He gave him credit, he lasted longer than he thought he would.

"Smell this. What's that? Her resume." Phoenix paused to look him directly in the eyes- okay so it was intentional- "Smells good."

"That's it," he huffed, moving the bowl of popcorn to the coffee table as he paused the movie because he didn't want to miss anything, damnit!

"Okay, I'll stop! I promise!" he bargained, a smile already twitching at his lips as he backed himself into the corner of the couch.

"No, we're well past that point," Edgeworth growled, a rare playfulness seeping into his tone. He grabbed Phoenix just above the knees, and he immediately barked out a giddy, nervous laugh.

"Wahait, don't!" But that's all he managed to get out before snorting cackles filled the air.

"I think it's sweet of you to want to share your favorite movie with me, but honestly, you don't have to recite every line!" he teased, sounding more fond than annoyed.

"Ihihi'm sohohorryyyy!" Phoenix shrieked as he squeezed up his thighs. His own hands shot down, desperately trying to defend himself from the attack. Edgeworth easily dodged his attempts, managing to reach his hips.

He bucked and squealed, tangling himself in the blanket and making himself an easier target.

"I really am enjoying the movie, but I could go without your rendition," he taunted, allowing a smirk to tug at his lips. Phoenix caught a glimpse of it and felt his heart skip a beat. Or maybe it was just racing because of the tickling, he wasn't sure.

"Ohohokahay, I gehehet ihihit!" he cried, bucking wildly as he pinched and scribbled up his sides, folding in on himself when the target shifted to his stomach. He let out another snort, grabbing onto Edgeworth's wrist, but notably not pushing away.

"Really?"

"Yehehes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yehehes!"

"Hm. I don't believe you," he squeezed from his hips all the way up to his ribs. Phoenix continued to giggle and shriek, leaning halfway over the arm of the couch. He screamed when he felt himself get grabbed by the waist and yanked back onto the couch.

He stared down at Phoenix, hair messy and cheeks flushed pink, a bright, carefree smile stretched across his face. He could cherish this moment forever...

Perhaps the movie could wait.

[trashedanatomy]

Spinaraki week day three! : Horizon

I decided to do a mix of art and writing for this week so here is the first fic :>

Tomura gasped as his legs lost balance, his crutch falling out of his grip to the side, squinting his eye shut he braced for impact, using his one undamaged arm to shield his face. “Hmph!” Tomura eyes opened, widening looking down at the floor he nearly hit. A scaled arm braced him at his chest, a clawed hands grabbing a hold of his shoulder. Spinner pulled him up slowly, his hands still gripped tightly on the man beside him. “Boss, you alright?” Spinner’s expression looked genuine with concern as Tomura raised his head to gaze at the scaled man.  

“Yeah I’m alright,” Tomura cleared his throat, Tomura attempted to regain his balance, his gaze shifting around the floor trying to find his lost crutch with no avail. His arm being poked was what startled him out for his search, Spinner’s tail poking against his skin, his crutch hanging on the limb. “Oh. . Thank you,” Tomura thanked him, grabbing the crutch back, sliding it off his tail. 

“Yeah, glad to. . want me to help ya’ to your room?” Spinner’s head pressed closer, trying to get a better look at Tomuras expression. The other nodded, seemingly deciding to keep quiet. Spinner huffed a sigh as he slid his arm across the others back, steadily walking beside Tomura. The Corridors were long and quite sumptuous compared to their past abandoned warehouses and motels. They would be covered in grime infested with pests and roaches. Cobwebs would decorate every corner and crevice, often times the league would have to sleep in these places due to it being unsafe to even travel back to their homes. His place wasn’t that much better anyways, half the time he couldn’t pay the utility bills, and only the rent. Leaving his place freezing, and dark. 

His attention turned back to Tomura who slowly walked with him, the others face was simple yet warm. He didn’t look annoyed nor happy, just perusing on as he used his crutch in long strides. Tomura was covered head to toe in bandages, his arm and leg were practically shattered, bandages wrappers around his forehead, from cracks and injuries that were implemented on him a few days back, during the fight from Redestro. Spinner thought back to the instance, the battle, the fight between his leader and the Bulged-out hulk. Though he more on focused on the Horizon he saw at the end of it, how he saw Tomura, standing above the other, his stance strong, his will endearing . . he saw a crumbling horizon...it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

Spinner wanted to talk to Tomura, wanted to tell him of the horizon he saw how he felt, how he wanted to follow the other to the end of time. He would, he really would, Tomura was amazing. His mission was true and Spinner wanted to follow him at every damn turn the man would make. He remembered seeing a little boy trying to catch his dreams in Tomuras eyes, now he knew that he would and he would be behind him as the man conquered his dreams. When Tomura stood in the huge crater he had cultivated, the dent of which he put his mark when defeating Redestro, dust and Debre scattered about the air. Spinners eyes were glazed, his heart beating fast and hard His body ached, His arm hung limp, blood pouring out of the wound deeply imbedded in the limb. Every ounce of pian seeming to alleviate as he stared at the figure in the center of his vision. Tomura was heaving, Spinner could see his body rise and fall with each breath the man took, his hair was now a cream white, the length seeming to be more obvious with the new pallet, His legs and arm were bloody and a vibrant purple from how bruised and broken they had become. Yat still, he had a crazy smile, grinning like a mad man, his tooth gap visible. It was a sight to behold, one Thet Spinner kept replaying in his mind, he felt every ache, he could recall how his mind scattered at his new muse.“Tomura?” 

Shigaraki's attention turned back to Spinner, his eyes widening at the use of his first name. Spinner's brows were furrowed his lips of sorts, quivering slightly, His eyes avoiding Tomura. “Yes . . Shuichi?” Spinners eyed widened even more, finally meeting the others gaze by the name.  

“I wanted to uhm. . Talk to you about something” His bit onto his bottom lip, his words trying to gather but all they did was tangle within each other. He looked away again, back to the pathway Infront of them, encountering a set of stairs. Slowly he helped lift Tomura onto the first step, then himself, a steady pattern to keep both of them steady. His eyes stayed focus on the others footwork, careful to not allow the other to trip. “I wanted to talk about the uhm, the fight in Deika? Right once you succeeded against-” 

“The Final boss? AKA Redestro,” Tomura cut off, humming slightly as he heaved another step. Spinner gulped, attempting to regain his own line of thoughts that he could attempt to muster out of his quivering mouth. “Well final boss of that level,” The man added on, though leaving out an explanation. Spinner knew what he meant though. 

“Yeah, yeah, I wanted to talk about what I saw. .” He hummed between his words, nervous about it all. “You standing there. .  In the center you know, after the boss battle, it was. . It was fucking. . Beautifull, a beautiful horizon I mean. I could finally really see your goal, And I could finally know how to follow it. It was a lot, really, I was fucking aching and a mess, I was all banged up but All I could focus on was you, how you stood there with no mercy and a crazed grin on your face, even with all the worse injuries you sustained yourself. Even seeing Gigantomachia kneel down, It was a sign of power, and I know how you joke around using king as a descriptive to yourself. .but I see you as one, I see you as someone who could rule the whole of Japan and more as a king, and I would be you know, a knight of sorts. . not a strong one of course but. .Really I’m just saying the scene was magnificent and I want to be there once you defeat the true final boss,” The man gulped, his ramble coming to an end as he waited for the other to reply. Tomura looked unchanging, but Spinner knew that that couldn’t actually be the case.  

They finished the stairs, walking down a new hall, only a bit away the master bedroom which Tomura now occupies. The man stayed silent, he only looked forward, his crutch still making long strides as he huffed. Spinner chooses to silence himself to.  He said what he wanted his words were finally knotted into a cringe speech which he would dread for the rest of time, his only wish being Tomuras come true, and with him behind his friend. Tomura let go of the crutch, leaning it against his side as he reached for the doorknob, turning it. Opening the door he looked back at Shuichi, who finally moved his arm away stood behind him, biting his inner cheek as his arms hung limp at his sides. “So. . I leveled up in intimidation. . and also, likeability from colleagues? Thats great for the long run. .” Tomura hummed, walking through the door way before looking back at the other. “I will make the horizon for you. I promise I won't disappoint you Shuichi,” Tomura assured, another smile forming, one not crazed but soft and warm. Spinners eyes glistening at the lovely sight. “Till then, lets focus on leveling up our relation. . Thats also great for the end game you know?” Spinner heart faltered, nearly stopping as he was pulled into the room.  - I'm not the best writer -.-"

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