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“ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ. . . . . .ɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ.” › ᴀɴ ᴇxɪʟᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴋᴀʟᴏs. › ᴀ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴄʟᴀɴ. › ᴇᴄᴄᴇɴᴛʀɪᴄ ɪɴ ʜᴏʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴡᴀʏs. ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ #sʜᴀʀᴋɪᴇᴍᴜɴ. 🦈 #CasteliaSL

Do you remember when you joined Twitter? I do! #MyTwitterAnniversary no

I can’t believe I let myself be tortured by him in a forgotten timeline

hey is this your dad lol

we live in a society

HEY WHAT DID I DO

yes?

hi

Do you?

Thanks, I get it from sleepless nights

Me, I’m Scrafty.

// Ahah

Dexter will be revamped someday maybe yea

// This is ominous

“Ha. While it might look nice, I wouldn’t be focusing on that right now.” The Scrafty slowly began to bring the knife out of him, but not by much. “I’d be worried about that cold steel that’s currently inside you. What will you do, hm? No amount of money will stop it...”

“You know...” Twisting the knife into them. “Whether we know each other or not, I can’t remember... this just feels personal... wouldn’t you say?” Grin. “Bit of a shame though... I hate to ruin such an /expensive/ sweater...”