#cpercy

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What if they never met? No one would have to know :)

That’s a lot of strings one would have to pull in order to achieve that. Their lives are quite intertwined, after all. We suppose that, perhaps, it could be possible. Only theoretically of course. To separate them would take an act stronger than our own collective force, we can admit that openly. Our influence can only extend so far.

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if you kill his husband he'd have way more time to take pictures of things

This is a… tempting offer. However, the host we chose is unfortunately quite fragile. He is weak in ways that we aim to make him stronger. Employee 001’s husband is fiercely protective of him. This only benefits us. It too is a form of entertainment in and of itself to watch them interact. They really are quite hopeless for one another. We cannot take employee 001’s husband out of the picture if he helps provide the framework. Stability is key.

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We should have never given employee 001 a camera. All he ever does is take pictures of his husband and the occasional sunset. This is not the outcome we anticipated when hiring employee 001.

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Employee 001 has left us unattended.

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We have come here to inform you, dear viewers, that employee number 001 is temporarily out of commission due to a lack of oxygen from laughing at, and we quote, “dickle my chickle” jokes originating from the community pavilion. Employee 001 will return to his post once he has recovered.

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Percy shifted awkwardly in the cheap plastic stool that was placed right next to a huge window overlooking the street. He kept glancing outside, his anxiety growing with each second that Fallon didn’t walk pass. He was early to their lunch hangout, whether that was on purpose, Percy wasn’t sure. He definitely needed time to cool out and plan his actions before seeing her again. The two haven’t seen each other in a while now, three months to be exact. It was the longest amount of time with out face to face contact. But maybe Percy needed it. He needed to stop drooling over Fallon like they were still together. He needed to move on. Percy ran a hand through his dark hair, hoping to seem like he wasn’t totally losing sleep over her or anything. Percy reached into his pocket, taking out his phone and finally ready to let her know he was here.