Chapter 7

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Rose woke up with a startled gasp, she looked at her brother, who was asleep next to her. It may be strange to sleep with your sibling but this is another way they bonded, it was nothing gross or sexual, it was just a way they comforted each other. She slid out of the makeshift bed and slid on her mother's jacket. Rose often wore it for comfort, it just reminded her of all those years ago with her mom...She sniffed, now starting to tear up at the thought of...her. Rose really missed her mother, I mean, why wouldn't she? All she has left of her memory is a worn out jacket and the tales of older killjoys. She hates having to go to the weird old guy...Mr. Urine is what he called himself. And most of the story's Rose hears from the crazy man is about how good her mother was in bed and how many times they fucked...what can I say? Like mother, like daughter...

Switch woke up with a groan and looked at his smaller sister, blinking at the sight of his mother's jacket..
"Rose..? What're you doing up..? It should only be midnight...Wait. Are you sneaking out?" He sat up.
Rose turned around and looked at him,
"It's not sneaking...I was just going out to see old man Urine, nothing wrong with that," she replied, even though she was most likely going to give head to this lonely crazy dude...

(This is so short, I'm sorry..I just wanted to update this..even though this is just filler)

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