#achiefofsinnersandsufferers

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achiefofsinnersandsufferers replied to your post: [ casually hops on this account because i need...

((/jumps on))

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{-achiefofsinnersandsufferers entered Houndsditch

     "Hello, there. If you're looking for Doctor Bumby, he's just stepped out."

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/casually tosses a ✪ in here

((Ahhhhh are you serious ;U; <3 I have so much love for your RPing, so this means a ton - no, a bazillion tons.

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((I'm going to throw away all my shame and just drop my URL in here.))

SEND ME A URL AND I'LL ANSWER

Do I rp with them: I don't think? But I have a horrible memoryDo I want to rp with them: YES I love your blogDo I follow them: Yeah man!My opinion on them: I love your blog, your muse is very unique. Your writing style is awesome and I would love to RP with you in the future, mate!

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Dinner Among Familiars

It had been some time since Captain DiRusso had last walked the cobblestone streets of London. This was a place that felt foreign and familiar in the same instant. He had shepherded his young family between here and Paris so often… Yet this was a part of the city he was a complete stranger to, called here by an old acquittance.

One Monsieur Utterson, who had been so helpful in Basil’s time of need, had heard of the Captain’s visit and called on him at his hotel. There was some manner of dinner party held by another of Utterson’s friends. He had thought it good for Basil to attend, meet some of his peers from across the pond.

Perhaps forge something in the ways of business, if the good Captain had need for a thing like that. Much better for his health than staying couped up in a room alone for the evening.

With a halfhearted agreement, an address was written down along with a time so that Basil was able to find the place.

Lot good it did him now.

All these buildings looked eerily identical in the fading light. Might as well go for what his intuition was telling him.

The paper was tucked in his breast pocket as he climbed the front stoop. A swift, sharp rap on the door announced his arrival. If this wasn’t the correct address… perhaps they could point him in the right direction.

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"Can I help you?"

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achiefofsinnersandsufferers replied to your post: i’m so tired i want to die

((please don’t die that would make me sadface))

i'm running on six hours of sleep in the past two days and i have shit to finish tonight and all i want to do is close my eyes and sleep for a night but nope