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Whatever we SHOULD be, we're friends There's no reason for my doing this.Whatever we SHOULD be, we're friends by ~flying-katana
Nor justification.
Thought you might like it.
Not that I like
Anyone
I'm just here
I have a responsibility
I mean
You're hers, so I have to take care of you
Keep you safe to keep her happy?
Keep you happy to keep her safe?
Keep you safe and happy.
Her Mary.
My fault on that, funny as hell it worked out to be true.
My Mary. My Watson.
I am not bitter, even though I worry I should be.
I was never the type for jealousy, so we got to be friends right off.
I felt a bit silly being close to you
Like maybe I shouldn't be?
Ehh. I could never give her that.
That sort of feelings.
It isn't. Me.
In Which Concussions are Annoying Ilssii returned from the unnecessarily complex grocery run with a bag of fresh scones and a somewhat irritated temper. Climbing the stairs and only just remembering to hop over number eleven, which was still broken, she entered the sitting room. As usual, the blinds were drawn, the windows were open, and despite the damp, cold draft, the scent of incense clung stubbornly to everything. Ilssii surveyed the room, looking for an indication as to whether or not Leyomi was in. This was difficult in the evening semidarkness and she resolved to light the lamp—easier said than done, as the room was in a state of perpetual, ever-changing clutter.In Which Concussions are Annoying by ~flying-katana
In Which a Dart Board is Improvised ThnnkIn Which a Dart Board is Improvised by ~flying-katana
Ilssii stepped onto the landing.
Thnnk
She continued up the stairs.
Clatter... scuffle... thnnk, thnnk, thnnk
She opened the door to the sitting room.
Thwip-thnnk
She blinked as something silvery flew across the room, and immediately turned her gaze to its source.
Thwip-thnnk
"Stop it!" She yelled at Leyomi, who shifted lazily and readied her arm for another throw.
Ilssii surveyed the scenery.
Bored Leyomi in the armchair. That was normal enough. Pile of scalpels. Bit disconcerting. Cluster of them sticking out of the wall in staggering lines towards the center of a circular design in brightly colored pigment.
"Are you--" Il
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i don't wanna be an ant
