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@WETBLADES *   I was just gonna bring back jigoku can that count

&.  make me a gf neow

&.   im gonna punch u

      /     you're an omega, just an ordinary omega. 

@userkitsune      *    i'm an alpha sigma please.

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                 T⃨H⃨E⃨ C⃨L⃨I⃨E⃨N⃨T⃨  ＊ @GENESPLICED
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            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ ❛  how  you’re  still  employed
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ is  a  mystery  beyond  even
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ me,  stitch-san.  ❜
            
            
            with  a  low  hum,  the  broker  nudges  the  package  across  the  floor  with  the  tip  of  his  shoe.  of  course,  the  presentation  is  inconspicuous,  a  paper-wrapped  lump  inside  a  small  cooler  made  for  beers  and  the  like.  compared  to  the  other  things  his  clients  asked  of  him,  this  was  fairly  easy  for  giran  to  find,  setting  aside  the  processing  time  and  delivery  wait.  he  graciously  laughs  at  the  jab  about  his  age,  rolling  his  pale-red  eyes  behind  his  rounded  shades.
            
            
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ ❛  old’s  gold,  my  friend.
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ as  for  the  item  …  how’s
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ five  hundred  thousand
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ yen  sound  to  ya?  four
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ thousand  to  cover  the
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ kidney  itself,  the  rest
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ to  cover  my  fees  and
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ transpo  service.  ❜
            

@kondakus
                          i  doubt  they'd  support  any  cause  of  mine.    （    fingers  gently  wrap  around  the  screw  lodges  inside  his  head,  slowly  twisting  it  to  reduce  that  god  awful  ringing  running  internally.    ）    you're  starting  to  sound  your  age,  old  man.  is  that  package  mine?    （    the  cigarette  presses  in—between  his  lips,  tired  eyes  shifting  to  the  lone  box  on  the  ground.  rather  lack  lustre  for  how  long  it  took  for  a  singular  kidney,  stitch  would  have  expected  a  pretty  pink  bow  at  the  very  least.    ）    how  much  was  this  again?

@reapsowed,     planning a murder.  care to join in on making some ideas?

@serpentiss   going on my midnight stroll..  what are you/you/ doing here?

@reapsowed,      i'm as relaxed as i can be.  what are you doing here?

@kurotanei,     what are you even talking about?  listen,  kid.    [   he settles into his seat,    ]    you're better off asking matsunaga himself.  i’m not equipped or experienced to handle   ..that sort of stuff.  (i don’t want to talk about that).

@serpentiss  you’re not even a father..  if i wanted some alpha wolf shit i would’ve  went on YouTube or something.  you suck. 

@kurotanei,    didn't say i'd be the best father figure for you.  

@cuntastrophe,       `    you're not?  well,  i'd expect nothing less.    [    chinna offering herself up as that beacon had lost it's touch years ago.  there was no cure to dustukhia's anxiety,  his worries like a dirty rag being swallowed whole.  a harsh taste falling prey on his tongue,  and his expression wrenches for a moment as his stomach turns.  dustukhia doesn't move,  in fact the mentor stands strong to offer that support for her to lean on.  it reminds him on how it used to be,  chinna on his left while vincenzo on his right.  however,  this time there was an empty space beside him,  left cold and unmarked.    ]    you're funny,  i doubt a family is at the top of their priority list,  and that's if he can find somebody.  stop being stupid ——-    you'd think from your absence,  you'd learn to grow a brain cell or two before returning.    `    [    finger rises,  flicking her forehead with his eyes narrowing.  a bit of judgment in his coal—shaded irises.    ]    `    the books said that they thought he died too.  little did they know,  that son of a bitch was in that legend's very own son.  who would of thought?  what if it was me that was next.  or someone close —-     it would be funny    (not).

@serpentiss you’re being paranoid, [she has to stand up again, be that ‘beacon of reassurance’. rocks, dirt and other microscopic pieces of debris are dusted off the flesh of her palms, the large pebbles leaving small red indents within them.  she strolled over slowly,  letting out a low whistle before reaching, her arm on her shoulder and her weight pressed all the way in to his side, like he was some wall]     hidora has been dead for thousands of years,  they have nowhere to go without there head.   if anything, i say that evil spirit is just trying to get employed or somethin' maybe start a family..  build an arby’s here..     go to mexicoooo…..  what?        

@cuntastrophe,       ``     i was joking too.    [    no he wasn't.  the two knew each other well,  and it would be a rare case where he would ever lie to the other.  a scoff escaping,  eyes close.    ]    i know,  but can't help but feel like there's somethin' bigger brewing.  i need to find out what.  then kill that stupid spirit,  it's grating on my nerves,  chinna.

@cuntastrophe,    ``  that’s surprising.  i would have thought you’d have stacks upon stacks of fries waiting in the freezer.    [     a teasing grin strays onto his lips,  leaning into the desk as his head tilts.  lollipop resting in between his teeth before taking it out with the stick rested in his index and middle finger.    ]    i’ll pay.

@serpentiss   [as if they were aching for it,   her arm stretched out,      pulling the plate of his leftover fries  and shoving three at a time into her mouth]       this is /so/ good..     i haven’t had fries this amazing since..        [a shrug]  last week? 

@cuntastrophe,    it's all yours.  go for it.