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“Wh-what happened? I’m hurt- I’m bleeding- oh, God!”
“Easy. You got hit in the face with a crowbar, and you probably have a concussion. Careful you don’t fuck yourself up even worse by getting up too fast.”

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askmikezach
“Wh-what happened? I’m hurt- I’m bleeding- oh, God!”
“Easy. You got hit in the face with a crowbar, and you probably have a concussion. Careful you don’t fuck yourself up even worse by getting up too fast.”
askmikezach replied to your post “Those who go to MCM Comic Con in London...”
I'm booked into the premier inn right next to it but it's hella expensive. For 4 of us and the meals for 4 nights it's 667 quid
I mean we're only planning on staying the friday, saturday and sunday night. What's the name of the hotel so we can see how much it would be for us?
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Picking up his phone, MIke yawned as he laid in bed, it was late and he needed sleep but it could be Nanaba or Petra.. his eyes widened as he saw the naked body of Hanji basically laid on a bed and winking up at him.
Mike chuckled softly and rolled it on his back and texted back. “Hey Hanji, You sent me something special so here is one for you” He lifted his boxers and took a pic, just to get a reaction from her too
Hanji squeaked in embarrassment when she actually sent the picture, she wasn't even going to send it but she had. Thought, she didn't expect to get a picture in return.
[Text to Mikey]: shit. [Text to Mikey]: guess you liked my picture a lot then [Text to Mikey]: how big are you compared to your large hands?
She sent and laughed at her cheesy way of asking for him to touch himself.
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Levi was cleaning for the third time that day. He swept the floor and cleaned kitchen. He was annoyed. Eren had yet again turned into a titan; admittedly it was by accident, and destroyed the stables. Luckly all the horses were out of them at the time. He then looked up from his cleaning when he saw Mike walk in.
Hi there, I'd like a Number 7 Please to go :D lol
One of our characters is a criminal, that takes refuge in the other characters house, essentially keeping them hostage.The hostage begins to develop feelings for their capture and helps them evade the police.
Her fist banged against the wooden door again and again, hoping someone would answer. They were coming for her, and they would show no mercy. She'd seen what they did to people that opposed them -- they would kill without a second thought. Only two bullets left in the pistol strapped to her thigh, and last time she checked, there were more than two soldiers pursuing her.
The door opened suddenly and, without bothering to see who had opened it, she pushed her way inside.
"Shut the door. Shut it now."
"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."
She blinked as she rolled over and grinned at him with a small giggle. “You’re sore? I don’t think I’ll walk right for a week.” She teased, poking his nose lightly with her finger tip. “I’ll make us breakfast.” She yawned as she kissed him and stood up. “What do you want?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder as she grabbed her button up shirt.
"I know you have rules about this.. but can I take you out sometime? Not as this you--but as--well, you."
"Oh mike…" Petra sat up while holding the sheets to cover her bare chest. Grabbing her clothes the bottom of the bed she continued to dress herself. "You know we can’t do that."
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☓ -- With a dejected sigh, Erwin propped himself against the wall with his left hand as his right tugged at the heels of his shoes. His attempt to wriggle his feet out of the stuffy Oxfords was quite an ordeal and didn't exactly go smoothly. After some struggle, he managed to pull his shoes off and push them against the wall. Along the way to the living room, Erwin lost articles of his office attire. First, the tie, and then his suit jacket were removed and draped over am arm of the sofa.
The large man plopped down into a lounge chair, leaned his head back, and groaned. The comings and goings of office life were wearing down his tired body. After several moments without a greeting, Erwin sat up and called, "Mike?"