#satiaviit

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andrew and francis c:

Who usually initiates hugs?: francis probably??? but andrew's kinda huggy with him tooCuddles?: andrew is very likely to initiate after drinking from him heheWhose place do they hang out more often?: francis' alwaysWho spends the night more often?: andrew!Who borrows things from the other more?: francis -- but it's more like andrew brings him presents hahaWho is more protective?: andrew!!!!Who cries during movies?: lmao probably francisWho tells dirtier jokes?: omg... i doubt either of them tell dirty jokes really. maybe francis bc hes a teaseWho texts the other more?: francis bc he misses him

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character in general: the sweetest sweetie pie..... small sad soldier boyhow they play them: your writing is consistently super pretty like dam nthe mun: just as precious as her muse, love talkin to her :')

do i;

follow them: of courserp with them: lots!want to rp with them: yesssship their character with mine: yesssss

what is my;

overall opinion: an angel

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       he’s come to visit francis.        everyday he does. he        prefers it over harry’s place,        because he feels complete.        is that sad? he’s not sure.        either way, he’s purring and        resting on top of the smaller.        stomach growls, but he votes        to ignore it, all because he        didn’t want to get up.

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satiaviit - francis' url bc i'm too lazy to log into his account <3

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he's irritated. he's hissing and avoiding any contact. glaring at anything that  moves, an eye twitch.

                 he was hungry.

but he's not going to do  anything about it. not at all. all to avoid whatever  it was that lurked inside  him. feeding creates  some sort of evil he can't control.

                            so he starves.

stomach growls violently. his fingers and eyelids  twitching. even when he's next to francis, unlike his  normal self, he's avoiding touch and looking at the  other. all he could do was  stare at the front door.

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Alone like usual. Just how he spent his nights nowadays. Away from prying eyes, or eyes that saw him and swore he was familiar. 

Cal Tradd, the secret murderer. The one that was always able to evade and sneak away. Leaving no trace aside from the grisly sight he left behind.

Tonight he wasn't hunting no. The case in this town was already solved by him and he was hoping to just relax and walk around the town without any trouble. Also he needed a shower. He could only get the blood smell off temporarily and he needed another, much longer bathing. Any that knew the smell well enough would know he killed, old or not. 

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                     " -- Francis? "

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[ he's knocking on francis' bedroom window with the knuckles of one fist, his camera floating behind him as he cradles something big under his other arm. ]

Francis?

...Can you let me in?