there's something about harry in his underwear...
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there's something about harry in his underwear...
my friend told me her harry got to talk with kim at night in his room, so i tried to do the same
BUT MY HARRY COULD NOT TALK TO KIM AND DID NOT GET INTO HIS ROOM
PROBABLY BECAUSE HE TRIED TO DO IT RIGHT AFTER HIS DATE WITH THE FISHERWOMAN... AND I THINK KIM WAS PISSED
00:15
-kim, i can't sleep, i'm sad and i'm having nightmares
-idk go cry about it
-let's go have a ride under the moonlight
-harry, fuck off
-:(
-good night
BYE, SICK OF YOU
FAREWELL, SICK OF YOU
I need a Disco Elysium DLC in which Harry and Kim solve crimes in the Homosexual underground.
WIP for yall cause i try to stay consistent - im alive! im just working on some casual kimharry playing a board game but im slow🐌
harry was a really bad detective 👀
i went to "mad at me" island expecting to find people i knew, something i understood. but when my boat landed, standing upon the shore were a million empty husks wearing my own face. every foot of the island was occupied, and everywhere i went, they watched me with contempt. they never spoke, never breathed. they simply watched. no matter how i grovelled and begged, snarled and cursed, tried to hide or kicked and hit, they simply stared. the hatred in their gaze was inescapable, but i could hardly return it, knowing that their doomed existence was of my own creation. knowing that the hatred was nobody's but my own. in the end i just wept, unable to stand the relentless gaze of my own infinite glare.
the guy who i accidentally cut off in traffic last week was there also
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