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devianting replied to your post: @devianting  I can’t believe this little shit has...

mcr trumps simple plan in omg i’m listening to this in 2018

once I get you into Conventional Weapons ur fukin done for friend

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@devianting  I can’t believe this little shit has me playing Simple Plan 

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     ❛ Hey,  listen,  I’m not going to hurt you, ❜  He said,  after spotting what was most likely an android hiding outside his shop.  He kept areas  HIDDEN  that normally indicated such.  He held his hands up,  making sure none of the cameras had them in sight.  Of course,  he may have tampered with a couple,  but he couldn’t take down all the cameras in the area.  People could be watching at any given time.  ❛ But police aren’t exactly lenient on this area.  You might wanna come inside if you’re looking to stay out of trouble.  ❜

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      ▸     “ OFFICER      REED,      I      really don’t see how this pertains to the task at hand.  “      there’s a somewhat cocky smile tilting the tip of blushing lips.      “  must i remind you of what the mission is ?  “

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@devianting || bc our convo drifted here

Their fight was over for now, and while it should’ve been joyous and indulged in . . . there was a certain emptiness. Perhaps she had grown too used to the concept of a war. The future was open, possibilities were endless, and all of it was too VAGUE.  North had no purpose. She was not sure what she could enjoy, unsure who she was meant to be, and felt incredibly trapped for someone who was free. 

But it would be one step at a time. She knew that, she knew she had to take it day by day. Watching Markus as he seems to indulge in his own passion is enough of a distraction for now, watching him CREATE without boundaries or limit. It is enticing to see him pull an image from that brilliant mind of his. Head tilted in intrigue. Moving to her feet to stroll closer, analyzing the use of colors and how, abstract it all seemed. Yet impactful. If the LED was still in it would be shaking yellow.

“It, is certainly something . . . What is it supposed to be?” if anything. she doubted it was something concrete, not with the power his touch and word could give to an IDEA.