#nl!nine

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

things we should have gotten in UAO: nine finding out about chimæra stanley and being on the verge of tears like oh myg od you guys named a cat after me,,, he's so fat i woul d die for him,,, and sam is over here like he is so good i'm glad you understand. can i have my cat back please

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

for the fic prompt 'five-centric, any.' this is not three sentences and it's more nive than just five-centric but that sign won't stop me because i can't read

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"You should write it down," says Nine from across the room, lounging on the bed. Bap, bap, bap goes the rubber ball as it bounces off the wall. He's casual about not looking at the sketchbook in Five's lap; he never does unless he's been invited, and Five is grateful for it. "I'd read it. It sounds badass. And you can keep it this time, now that the old fuck's not around."

Five stares down at the page. The only thing on it is a smear of graphite from his thumb.

"It doesn't matter," he says quietly. "I forgot how it goes anyway."