
jujishou
c'mon, he's not /that bad/, just hear me out,

k_adin
@moralhues,̲ ⠀...⠀ ⠀ › ⠀⠀ he’s wearing a necklace with seashells lined up on it for god’s sake. he’s terrible, this is terrible.
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jujishou
I'M NOT GIVING YOU ANOTHER FIVE DOLLARS (..) YOU'VE TAKEN TOO MUCH MONEY AWAY FROM ME, LIZZIE ..

O3-15-kia
HE PROPOSED HOW MANY TIMES… (?)

O3-15-kia
@k_adin ✮ HE IS… INFURIATED WITH YOU, I’VE NEVER SEEN HIM LIKE THIS. EVER. [ There’s a comfortable silence that settles between Havva & John. It’s a tender display, no one would’ve expected to see Havva so (…) warm. She obviously, totally despises the way John’s lips curve into an easy smile, & how a palm settles on her shoulder. Giving a light squeeze. ] HE TESTS EVERYONE, YOU KNEW THAT WHEN YOU FIRST GOT WITH HIM. THOSE MEETINGS WITH HIM? ‘S SPECIAL.
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k_adin
@Bravo6d,̲⠀⠀ ...⠀ ⠀ › ⠀⠀ too many times. [with the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day. since when was havva avcıoğlu the new Jesus Christ? she had neither the patience nor the beard for it; graham knew so too, though, proposals persisted. lips fold, a hum sounds itself out.] he tests me, captain.
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centenaris
the cut isn’t deep, so you won’t be needing stitches. but i’ll have to bandage it.

k_adin
@motenyis,̲⠀⠀ ...⠀ ⠀ › ⠀⠀ my life is plenty bountiful. i don’t think a scratch’s going to change that. [the aseptic air in the room hurts to respire. she shifts in place, cramped within the eerily whitened sheets concealing the skeleton of the examination table.] did you want some tea to ease you into starting? —get to it, roberts.
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statusmia
woah— what's this about? i didn't do anything.

k_adin
@medicovert,̲ ⠀...⠀ ⠀ › ⠀⠀ yes. i guessed from the look on your face and your incessant need to vocalize it, thank you. someone’s retiring. the decorations are there to either commemorate or torment them. either way, there’s cake.
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statusmia
i swear i'm not lying when i said i don't know what's going on. whatever it is— i didn't do anything. so i'm not sure .. what this is about. i'm out of the loop.
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k_adin
@medicovert,̲⠀⠀ ...⠀ ⠀ › ⠀⠀ how very astute, medic. we ought to jot down ‘sight’ as one of your more revered capabilities.
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jujishou
* EVERYONE SHUT UP......

k_adin
H. AVCIOĞLU

k_adin
@THAVMASTOS⠀⠀⠀ * ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ [ needle so thin the non–existent breath of the wind carries it with ease, waves a careless thread to weave together stars into constellation, constellation into existence. birth, rebirth, the world fading in for the first time with millennia spent steeped in vicious emptiness. ] such haste, ᴼ͟ᴴ! stars, (..) [ suppose that’s the least of what she was owed for being made a rather unpleasant inamorata: at best infantile and impressionable in how she chose her cosmopolitan amusement, and at worst, selfish to the point of pathology. HM.. perhaps. ⠀⠀⠀ ** ⠀⠀⠀ there’s a certain theatrical caprice, a showy impulsiveness, an exaggerated whimsy in the way she orbits around the amazon —- saves a stolen second glance to only what gleamed of her still dematerialized reflection in shield. a giddy whisper abandoned by its tail to hopelessly echo, ᵛᴬᴾᴵᴰ ᴵᴺ ˢᵁᴮˢᵀᴬᴺᶜᴱ, like it hadn’t been just that her emotions were volatile -— but that they verged on artifice. threads of cosmos come together, but she’s silly polaris still: feigning a coy — dusted smile, ] are you in love with me?