#forgoxorder

[avarusvitium]

#a peak into Empathy and Greed's text messages.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴄᴋ ωʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇʀ.:

Text: -- Touche.

Text: -- If you stop by, be prepared that someone's sleeping underneath my desk, too.

veɢαѕ' ĸιɴɢ.:

Text: Fucking--

Text: What kind of place are you running here. 

Text: Jesus.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴄᴋ ωʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇʀ.:

Text: They're the ones that followed me.

Text: I've been doing a good job in the journalism department, and--

Text: -- You don't want to know the state of my loft right now.

veɢαѕ' ĸιɴɢ.:

Text: I think I'm going into a panic attack just thinking about it.

Text: Don't mention a mess.

Text: I'll have war flashbacks. 

Text: Do you know how hard it is to make a bed with Chaos in it?

Text: It's like wrestling with Satan. 

Text: And don't get me started on come stains.

[avarusvitium]

{ There's many things Avarice isn't fond of--and having a family member take the right piss out of his partner and then proceed to start up a nice little pissing contest and call it a war was one of them. }

[avarusvitium]

"So--- you might need new security at the north entrance."

     Such confessions never failed to draw out the Sin's curiosity and inevitable concern for staff. 

     There's a reason he chose brawn, sturdy men to keep watch at every entrance available -- and it wasn't for Chaos to bounce around door to door picking a fight or snapping necks. On the other hand, what did he expect?

     These men were essentially trained to protect the establishment and its patrons.           Chaos, though -- well, he was on an entirely different level.

     "What did you do?"

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

forgoxorder replied to your post: Everybody needs to stop trying so fucking hard.

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Are you okay.

[avarusvitium]

forgoxorder replied to your post: [There's a box on his doorstep, with whips and...

[ txt ]: is that a cat o’nine tails? [ txt ]:

[ Text | Boothang ] Did you get so excited that you couldn't finish your next message?

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[There's a box on his doorstep, with whips and chains and at least a hundred condoms, there's a note plastered to the top of it too] Here. Just don't use them on me. Not my thing, G.

     Well, this was certainly the very last thing he expected to see at the foot of the door --

     And for a moment, he wonders how long that box had been sitting there, solely for curiosity tied into how many people might've seen the package before he did. He doesn't frequently pay visits to his loft lately, anyway.

     "Oh, fantastic. Things I don't use. Real funny, you piece of shit."

     Except he will use them. Most, at least. With that idea in mind, Avarice pulled his phone out from his pocket and composed a message to his lover, complete with a multimedia attachment of the package opened prior.

               [ Text | Boothang ] I have a need.

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Do you love Chaos?

     A fleeting pause, as if he were genuinely taking his time to think over his answer. 

     "Ten minutes can't go past without you brushing my thoughts; that's fourteen forty a day, so I'll say a hundred and forty four times 'I think about you' or something like that--" 

      Despite the pop culture reference that may or may not have been used to tinge his response with ambiguity, the affirmation should've been pretty straightforward. Even the smile curved at the corners of his mouth gave it away.

     "Yes."

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"Take tomorrow off."