#* wellsecluded.

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                     ❛ all i’m suggesting is  --  perhaps it would be good for all of us if we were to, i don’t know, make friends. after all, they’re humans ! we’ven’t got a thing to fear. ❜ but it’s all too obvious that socializing with earthlings is the very least of frank’s concerns ; he’s baffled by their arrant stupidity even when he isn’t in the presence of them. && when the master imagines a friend, he thinks merely of a body -- to be experimented on, to be loved and then discarded. ❛ either way, it’s been much too quiet. we could,❜ a thoughtful lower lip protrudes. ❛ bring a handful or so of them back. oh, magenta, really. you might see one you like. ❜ he glances halfway at the domestic, simpering. he knows that’s impossible. 

                                                                                                   //   @wellsecluded

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          A METEOR,   one that disappears into the stars nearly as quickly as it had shot by,   leaves the young furter GASPING   --   he’s been in ships before,   &&   he’s been outside the atmosphere of transsexual,   of course,   but never on a mission such a this one.   the thought of EARTH has him rather anxious   ;   ANXIOUS, but not frightened.   ‘   hum   --   oh,   magenta   ?   ’   croons he,   turning on his heel.   emerald eyes flit from the ginger - haired woman to her gawkish brother,   one foot tapping EAGERLY against the floor of the craft.   ‘   how much longer   --   where are we,   exactly   ?   that isn’t earth,   is it   ?   ’

                                                                                   @wellsecluded   //   starter   !

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                                                       @wellsecluded​   /   ♥’d  !

‘        oh,        you were there      !      it wasn’t EVER my intention to alarm anyone.     i should’ve done it long ago,   see         --       eddie no longer had any purpose here        !         ’        such cruel proclamations are uttered without so much as a single tear or mournful one - liner.         ‘       your brother insists we dispose of the corpse in the garden.         but i think       --       erm       --        i think that would be a tragic WASTE.       ’