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No no no no. You tagged it! It's xkit's fault. black list didn't pick it up at first..

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ignisinternum replied to your post:the whole point of have black list is so it...
IM VERY SORRY
No no no no. You tagged it! It's xkit's fault. black list didn't pick it up at first..
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It takes a little bit of convincing and a lot of pouting until someone tells him where Aspen is. Bus One. Where Evan never is, and he is too annoyed at life to actually wonder whether Aspen was in fact avoiding him or not. Evan only walks there, getting into the bus but not locking the door behind him. He doesn't care, per se, not really. Let anyone walk in on them, it's not like Evan has anything to hide. Without a word of greeting, he sits down next to Aspen on the couch, Evan doesn't stop there, though, laying down and resting his head on the other man's lap. He looks up at him. "I'm twenty-four and I absolutely hate it."
Nico stood outside this stranger's house, burgundy hood pulled over his head and emerald eyes glancing over his shoulder to search the dark, deserted streets. He had heard this name, Aspen, thrown around in the club where Nico danced most nights. He knew that the lad was involved with dark things if his reputation was anything to go by. It had only taken 5 minutes, a phone book, and google to find out where the guy lived. But was he really going to go through with this? Was he really going to hire someone to kill his dad? When had he let things get this desperate? Why hadn't he just gone to the police years ago? Shaking his head and tugging nervously at his bottom lip, he finally managed to lift his large hand and knock loudly on the door. Here goes nothing, Nico. Today is the first day of the rest of your life
ignisinternum replied to your post:hey if you want me to reply to our thread(s) pls...
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