He should be dead and yet... The story of Genji and Mercy Hey so I started writing a Gency fic! Here's the first chapter if you're interested.
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He should be dead and yet... The story of Genji and Mercy Hey so I started writing a Gency fic! Here's the first chapter if you're interested.
Sitting in the office at Arcadia, Frank had a souvlaki in one hand ( with that distinct blue and black wrapping around it: HADES’ SOUVLAKI ) and papers in the other. Headphones were plugged into his ears. His fingers drummed along to the beat of whatever song he was listening to. He took a bite of the food and grumbled, leg bouncing up and down as he continued to wait.
The office wasn’t particularly busy but the receptionist had told him to wait and wait he did. She hadn’t come back for quite some time. There was another person on duty but they didn’t seem to want to pay him any attention. Frank sighed sharply, licking his lips. He stood up, souvlaki and all, and looked over to the other people in the area. Picking one, he made sure he could see their face clearly before asking: “hey, uh...does it normally takes this long? ‘cause i got places to be, and i’m sure you do too.”
you can write it on your arm
"I miss berries." Frank announced, dangling his arm out the window.
"Smoothies." Gerard added. Frank sighed longingly. Freedom tasted sweeter than strawberries, though. Freedom was his friend singing along quietly to the Queen song on the radio, his red hair blowing and tangling in the wind from the rolled down window. The radio flickered in and out of range until it was more static than music, and Gerard kept singing.
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