#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.













