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{`leaves honeydew bubble tea here}

You knew I craved some woah. * u * .. (/drinks it happily.)

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hanaccino replied to your post: I forgotten how to be social in the wh...

Be social while shopping. {`nods}

Can ya teach me-- I can't multitask man.

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"This is where it ends."

They flooded him. They tore and beat at him. They blessed him with the softest kisses. Knowledge is dangerous. Knowledge and understanding is the venom that poisons the intemperate lust that humanity has for information.

Yongguk lay there, clothing doused in his own blood. How could this be? The organization was never meant to be real? It was always my form of motivation. Besides him lay the body of his friend, limp and consumed by the sodden below.

Time had stopped. The clocks about him no longer ticked. The hourglass that trickled so softly in the usually tranquil silence, had scattered itself into a thousand pieces. The hour was over. Tears grew hot under the whites of his eyes. Laughter bubbled from the abyss within him.

Ignoring the blood, Yongguk picked himself up, forcing his aching body towards the recently complete device. He could not, would not let everything end like this. Behind him, a feminine voice screeched for him to stop. Again, searing pain pierced his shoulder. Again, he saw the world line fragment and pull itself into threads of time.

Again, he shall pace a world with hours left till the death of another.

Another friend.

Again the voice shall yell.

Glowing orange framed with transparent liquid echoed in the back of his mind. Tracks of electricity ran wildly about a translucent bar of black, coursing from his fingers to his toes. Her face that wore a smile so cunningly wafted about his memories. Her eyes that curved with the sweetest of innocence floated dead and empty.

Hear her cry. Hear him beg.

Beg for this cycle to end.

Before his memories flood into the next, these words slip his lips.

“Hana, with this — it shall all end.”

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hanaccino replied to your post “hanaccino replied to your post: hanaccino asked:*^ … There was the...”

...This isn't your day now is it

It really isn't man-- -shakes his head slowly-

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hanaccino replied to your post: hanaccino asked:*^ ...

There was the second one too-

Oh shit-- my bad-- -facepalms even harder-