#cimm.txt

[ask-dr-cimmerian]

I feel like I should know who you are, but I can’t say I do. -Abel (unchainedabel)

My troubles know no end... Yes, hello, you probably should.

[ask-cleferrian]

👄 nikola, Kah, Anki

I don't even want to touch that mess with a ten-foot pole. No offence.

Kah is our boss so I'm legally obligated to say I like him! I will say though, his name sounds like somebody choking on a fry.

The boss part never stopped you before with Founder.

That's because Founder is a bitch ass motherfucker twig-looking grandpa and if he wants to fire me he will have to kill me with his raw fucking hand first.

...fair enough.

[ask-dr-cimmerian-moved]

wait youre only NOW realizing this??? -jack

J...Jack, are- are you serious? You didn't realise I liked you for literal fucking years! Years, Jack!

[gods-and-pawns]

hey cimmy, how's it going with clef and bright?

Cimmerian:

They're fine, I think. Still a bit awkward, I hope they'll start acting normally around each other again because this is getting tiring.

[lady-cimmerian]

12 👀👀👀

Cimmerian:

Single, unfortunately. Oh, how I wish a very strong, cute guy would ask me out. Preferably one with stupid 3D glasses who's surname is the opposite of South.

[ask-dr-cimmerian]

Well, hello there! The name's Jeremiah Cimmerian, I'm the Ethics Committee liaison and...I guess welcome to my ask blog? Feel free to send me questions.

[ask-cleferrian]

[A very noisy box is set outside of Cimmerian's office]

[Cimmerian groans, going to open the door] What is it this time?

[ask-dr-cimmerian]

Hey, Jerry? I'm sorry if you're busy, but I kind of... need a ride.

-A.G.

Ah, shit uh. I can't- I can't drive, sorry, but...[he dishes with his hand as he looks at his phone] Fuck, okay, I'll call Clef and tell him to pick you up. Where are you? Is everything alright?