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[anaireach-a]

anyway grace attacking aiden’s old man music tastes is biphobia and we won’t stand for this @0soc

[masterhuntrcss-archive]

a moment of weakness B) for any member of dedsec

moment of weakness (randomly generated) | selectively accepting | @0soc

16. My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem to be on the verge of passing out.

     The idea that she might be sick is one ridiculous notion. She doesn’t have time to be sick. There’s shit to do and people to fuck up and other people to take care of — she forbids her body to become sick. The fact that she’s sweating out her weight half over is only due to the damn heat and stress, and she just feels dizzy when she stands up straight because she hasn’t eaten enough — although it’s not like she’s getting anything down, either, just the thought of eating anything makes her gag.

     But that’s stress. That’s the pressure that’s on them all. If she looks paler for it, that’s the same reasoning — she’ll just need to take a long nap to get her hunger going, then eat, and then wait a bit for her body to realize it doesn’t have to be a piece of shit and continue doing it’s damn job.

     Until then, she shoves heavy boxes into Ev’s arms. She has actually no idea what that shit is, but Tammy thought it was stuff that was better suited for the nerd cave — a name that’s catching on, as she noticed amused. Only that the suddenly missing weight has her balance going to shit and she’s holding onto the wall automatically, catching herself just before she falls.

     Her body is shaking. It had been since she woke up in cold sweat, shivering despite the heat outside.

     Yeah. She’ll just put out some new traps and then go see if anyone else needed some shit done — they always did — and drop into her cot in a couple hours, and then she’d be just fine. Particular hard day, that’s all.

           "You guys need anything else? Tammy got like, shit, five more of those boxes.“

[b4dboy17]

PROFILER_APP { AMR }

        A single painted finger taps his desk, tap, tap. “Best get working.” If Amr was intimidated by Clara already, he’d best work fast considering what she’d just put him against. Sure, Quinn and his lackey’s were dead, a favor, not done for her, but one she could nonetheless never thank Aiden for —— but that didn’t mean his code was too.