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͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ #⃝𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒚𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏
⠀⠀͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏Sorry the delay; I was stuck in the new Narin grind. How people even do that?
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͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ #⃝𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒚𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏
⠀⠀͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏I gotta play some warfeame now
ᅠᅠ⋆★⋆ 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ⋆★⋆ retweeted
#ThighThursday!!!.....
..... does that day still even exist?- Eh, who cares. THIGH!!!
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͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ #⃝𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒚𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏
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@BERSERKSHIEL
She should stop trying to beat him at wrestling when she’s drunk. Maybe she wouldn’t wake up like this every time.
She could barely move; her body was still racked by spasms from the night before, lingering from hours ago until just minutes before.
"Gn...."
@LustOfAHero
How crazy was the night before? She remembered going out for drinks with the man and their little adventure through the red district, then blank.
She could only think now, with the pounding consequences of drinking too much.
"....Erg... where am I?"
@periographyc
Why did her bed feel so much more comfortable than usual? It was old, creaky, and certainly not the kind of bed anyone would call comfortable.
She slowly pushed herself up from what felt like a little slice of heaven, only to realize she wasn't alone...
"WHAT?!"
She was relaxing in his garage, sitting on the floor with a half-empty beer and scrolling down her phone.
"JESUS CHRIST???"
Dropping it from the scare he had just given her.
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"I mean, you work, but you make so littl—AHN."
She let out an exasperated moan as he bit on her sensitive ear. Then she unleashed a barrage of weak jabs, hammering his chest.
"You idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. "



















