#antiler

[arrossconleche]

~ Anti ~

You can’t tell but he’s rolling his eyes.

[teacupconfections]

/inhales ..... /exhales ... LISTEN

new meme got me fricked up @anti-onceler @muteler

[nekodorei]

Some really old art but I wanted to show @puffybunni my heartless Neko :3

I enjoy your Antiler and it reminded me of this character I drew up back in school x3 I should draw her again with my new art style tbh.

[teacupconfections]

Anti Onceler [x] cause i’m always and forever being about things being about KH things *3*

want yours or another’s onceler/fandom oc part of the project??? send me a message with your request [x]

[anti-once-ler-blog1]

~ The contract ~

Anthony had a certain client, who didn’t appeared in his seminar, even though he paid for it. He already drew up a new contract – he knew that their company had a crisis and that everything must be settled as fast as possible. Well, also it was a duty in his profession to at least contact them, regardless of the fact that he hated any kind of interacting with individuals. But after all he had their cell phone number, so he found out that the mentioned client was currently laying in the city hospital. He would have gone to wherever they were to get this done quickly, but of all things… the [h o s p i t a l] ~? A shiver ran down Anthony’s spine, when he thought about all the ill people, the germs and the potential contagion. He was torn between just dropping the contract or managing a visit to the hospital. Anthony sighed deeply. Eventually he decided to just take the risk and go to the hospital. How bad could it possibly be? Equipped with the contract, some writing things – which he actually carried with him in his working bag anyway – and a whole bunch of single-use gloves, face masks and sanitizer, occasionally shoved in a bag out of fabric, which he only just bought. If they would have sold a sanitary overall, he would have bought it as well, for sure. When the young looking man with the white hair arrived at the hospital, his stomach felt queasy, but still he carried it off well. At the information he asked for Mr. Twistler, already wearing the one-way gloves (over his casual gloves) and the face-mask. The lady, who was sitting in front of a computer, gave him a suspicious look first, but then called one of the nurses to guide him to the client’s room. Anthony had to go through a lot of hygienic, austerity measures, to get to the room at the intensive care unit. The door opened and he saw a young man laying in bed – it was a single room. Anthony acted as professional as possible, even though he was massively disgusted by this environment – he had a steadily paranoia to get infected by something. Immediately he fixed his collar and cough slightly, just before he managed a polite smile: “Good day, Mister Twistler. I am [h e r e] to settle our contract. How is your condition~?”

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