This cat is pissing me off. Keeps knocking all my fucking glasses off the table. If it does it again it’s goin out the window is the fucking candy ass fairytown outside.
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This cat is pissing me off. Keeps knocking all my fucking glasses off the table. If it does it again it’s goin out the window is the fucking candy ass fairytown outside.
if a demon possessed me I’d just b like ok take it from here good luck man
Got cash. Time for some fuckin silk cuts. Malboros. Who fuckin cares.
Reis skulks along the sidewalk, hands thrust deep in their pockets as they watch the world around them. Specifically they’re looking for a good mugging victim. Unaware. Rich. Stupid. They hone in on a loutish character, some kind of young business man with airpods in. He looked cocksure, flashing his stupid expensive watch while on the phone. And idiotically stepping into an alleyway to get out of the chattering crowd.
A cruel grin curls their lips as their form warps, dissolving down to a dark smoke that darts and twists on the breeze. It’s easy to get across the street unnoticed, no-one having a clue of their actions. The business bitch has no clue either until they rematerialise directly above him, bringing heavy boots down on his shoulders. And the phone, now knocked from his hand gets thrown as far down the alleyway as they can, standing squarely on his back, boots leaving muddy tracks on his grey suit. Then it’s a simple business of soft threats and deftly removing his airpods and relieving him of that heavy watch. Oh, and his wallet. They leave the bulk of it behind, shelling it only for it’s cash. Untraceable. Easy. Everything is shoved into their overcoat’s pockets and then they simply disappear, laughing as the smoke gets caught on the breeze.
Not to sound like a goth elitist here but if you haven’t died you’re a poser
Eight of Swords - restricted, lacking direction
Feels weird goin back out amongst the fucking disgusting human masses again. Gotta spend less time in the freak zone of magic town. Need a new lighter but got no cash.
Fuck using a queue. If I’m online I’m makinmg it everyone’s probvlem.
New York. Martes.
I’m sorry but there is nothing more aggressively New York than that guy climbing over the rail to get to the subway faster while ignoring megafauna pizza rat
Baby’ws first weed cigarillo. Got to love to see it. Perfect time to fuck with someone is when theyre high. Guess now I’ve got something to look forward to at dinner tonight.