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M!A: Keane is now made of porcelain. Lasts until he breaks.
“Huh. Well, this is a weird feeling-”
Keane, unaware of just how different porcelain feet are from normal feet, realizes too late that they provide little traction and falls off his chair while attempting to stand, smashing his fragile white skull against his desk and shattering.
Keane awakes in his bed, feeling confused, frightened and slightly less sure of his body’s sturdiness.
...oh fuckballoon! it’s 1:30! u know what thaaaaaat meeeeeeans
You should've told him where I was. You're not scared of me getting hurt are you? And what the hell, King? You got molested by a monster in your friend's body?
I’m not scared of you getting hurt, I’m scared of you ending up without a head. Because Blade’s just as bat shit insane as you are. And the monster…
…Hey, wow. So, suddenly I feel like shutting the fuck up for a few days or weeks so I’m just not gonna finish that thought. You’re probably better off erasing that from your memory.
Okay... I can't remember anything of the last few days, so if I said or did anything that was wrong or... anything, I apologise.
