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@rxgnofiglia said:

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You and w most of ur muses

[ THEY HAVE EARNED MY CRITICISM AND THEY WILL HEAR ABOUT IT ]

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[ COULD YOU KINDLY CHILL OUT ]

even though I know these are all meme-related.

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Guess who is on lunch break

[ can you also use your lunch break to figure out how I can delete other people's work. for no specific reason ]

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The way you talk about your characters is so funny. Lovingly negging them.

[ Lovingly? ]

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HELLO I have to tell you this immediately as I wake up but your Abel? Fucking I immediately heard his voice when I was reading your thread and you're just so great at capturing your muses voices oKAY BYE ❤️💙

[ you don't just get to show up here after HOWEVER LONG and say shit like this ]

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-- ❝I have been told it is a day to celebrate fathers..❞ The younger Stryfe mutters as he steps into the room, gift offered out to him while his frame is tense. Even he doesn't know what's within, so he watches intently as it's opened to reveal two tickets - a baseball game, it seems. His brows furrow unseen under the mask before he catches on to what this is. ❝I thought it best we spend some time together, if that is possible, some.. father/son time..❞

There's no offered hug but if Scott offer one, he takes it, letting out a soft breath before drawing back, giving him a curt nod and vanishing down the hall.

Another one? Boy, the hits just keep on coming today (though, he supposes that's what today is supposed to be for). His brows raise as Stryfe steps into the room, admittedly a bit baffled for a split second before a warm smile replaces the surprise on his face.

"You've been told correct...ly, but I hope you know it's not an obligation or anything. Especially not when you just got here." And under such tense pretenses, too. That doesn't stop him from accepting the box, however, smile lingering as he peeks inside. He's not sure what he expected, but it probably wasn't a pair of tickets coupled with the suggestion of bonding—not from this little guy who's barely unwound himself yet in this new setting. Maybe that makes it even more heartwarming. He wants to spend time together already? His heart. (The fact that it's bonding at a baseball game, quintessential father-son time coupled with one of his favorite sports, only makes things worse.)

"More than possible. We can spend time together any time, pal, but this is gonna be really special. Great seats, great game, overpriced snacks, one of my favorite people—and it'll be your first game, so we really need to do it up right. It'll be amazing!" He's buzzing with excitement, but he tries to contain himself once he sets those tickets aside, careful as he pulls that uptight boy in for an appreciative hug. It's short-lived, but it gets the point across.

"Thank you, by the way! I love it!" In case that wasn't made clear enough before Stryfe marches himself out of the room. That boy's going to fit in perfectly around here no matter how long it takes for him to settle in.