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Death vc: You really wanna plAY THAT GAME??

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‘take me already.’

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“Still sounds like you’re admitting you made a mistake.”

‘ Yeah well, one thing is what you think it is and the other is what it actually is.’

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*         WITH   EVERY   TURN ,   LAWRENCE  CAN  NEVER  QUITE  REMEMBER  ALL  THAT  HAD  OCCURRED .   Waking   up   with   his   head   in   her   lap   certainly   is   a   surprise  ,   but   waking   up   to   a   pretty   face   in   the   early   morning   hours   is   almost   always   a   pleasant   surprise .

❝ I   didn’t    HURT    anyone   last   night  ,   did   I  ? ❞

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           Mike had always been someone that nobody played with given his tendency to redirect his insecurities into lashed out aggression. Certainly, Kevin had avoided his older brother for the last decade after HARSH words had been said about his wife around town. But no matter the state of their broken relationship, Kevin had NEVER given thought that he’d be the one to SAVE his big brother from the violent  and agonizingly slow death the mist had bestowed upon Mike Copeland ( a slow death by empty bellied leeches in a “poetic“ end to a man that had drained others was stopped with a brother’s bullet ).

Hearing someone enter the room that he’d taken for one moment of privacy -- one moment was ALL that he wanted to give him a chance to grieve -- Kevin canted his head lazily, mistaking the figure for a nurse in need of the room for another patient that was tapping on Death’s door.

❝ I’ll be out in a second, ❞ the cracking emotion in his tone unavoidable, ❝ I’m just getting the last of his things. ❞

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"Give me candy."

“Trust me there ain’t any candy t’ give. Yer definitely in the wrong place if ya got a sweet tooth.”

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      he recognises her, sort of. she’s from michael’s memories, no his, but as of       late the two seem to blur together with increasing frequency. at least it’s       helping him recall who to avoid and who to go to for help. or just to talk.       ❝ please don’t kiss me; it’s not michael, it’s his vessel. ❞

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“ Uh.. Hey. ” He looks startled, as though he’s not used to people approaching him in public. Ray’s always been the ‘weird homeless guy with the crappy car who smells like booze and smoke’-- has been since he left home at sixteen. So to be approached, even in a bar, is kind of a surprise. He scratches at his chin absently, lifting his beer to his lips and taking a swig before looking back over. “ Something you needed? ”