𝙼𝚈 𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 !

  𝙸    𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕    𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛    𝚏𝚘𝚛    𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢    𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝     𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴.   

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@fauxprox​ said: "Even though I believe Valentine's day to be an absolute waste of a holiday, I do suppose it's modern day message of letting your partner know you love and appreciate them are decent enough" It was obvious by their words the Proxy had a point to their incessant rambling, but whether they were actually going to get to that point was yet to be seen.

                    TIRED EYES FOCUS UPON THE OTHER as a SMILE crosses tiredly upon such heavy features - you lean a bit closer to the other, hands clasping together as weight is PRESSED upon your knees. The couch is UNCOMFORTABLE against a frame with exhaustion that sits like a second skin, but the smile that sits coy upon features is unmistakable. BUT IT FALLS a moment later, allowing a hand to rise and mindlessly scratch at your chin in thought.     VALENTINES DAY WAS A USELESS HOLIDAY. Something you can both agree on. 

                         “     SO.    let me guess    -   You are HERE to laugh in human’s face for their HOPELESS romantics.   It’s stupid right   ?    ”

[amnesics]

              STARTER      CALL     !

[amnesics]

              STARTER      CALL     !

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fauxprox‌:

🐺 - @amnesics ♡’d for a Starter

Teeth bare, their nose crinkles ever so slightly, ❝  I’m going to stab Helper in the  JUGULAR   if he cuts your hair one more fucking time ! ❞ Their voice was laced thick with hostility, but not towards the human sitting before them. Their hands instinctively running through the prickly remains of Caught’s once wild, tangled mess of hair, now replaced with what could only be described as a  POORLY EXECUTED   buzz cut. 

              MAYBE     the     only     reason     he’s     allowing     this     beast     to     do     what     he     would     describe     as     PETTING     him,     was     reason  to     the     haze     over     his     mind     at     the     moment,     still     lulling     in     //     OUT     of     consciousness.     Hands     RISE     to     swat     at     the        creature’s hands--     Grumbling     a     protest,     slowly     trying     to     process     EVERYTHING     that     had     been     missed.     Mental     lulling     bringing     very     splattered     recollections          of     the     impact     against     the     back     of     his     HEAD-     remembering     PAIN. 

                  “      Get     your     hands     off     me--     DAMMIT     get     off     !       ”       The     words     growl     from     his     chest,     shoving     at     the     WRIST     of     the     possessed     being- 

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                         YOU   WANNA     KNOW     WHY-     I     NEVER     TOLD     YOU     MY     𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄     ?   I     DON’T     KNOW     MY     NAME.         &&      UNTIL     RECENTLY,     I      𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽’𝚃     𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴    !        ||    RECORDED by CHURCH. EST, 1/6/20.