#spookymemoir

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spookymemoir | abweichen | reissed | reprehendit | prxditorem

       "Okay, but I really think the best option                is to shove our blades up their asses."

                          Is no one else with him here?

[kirsteiniism-archive-blog]

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The water had been cold this morning, freezing Jean to the bone. Then the demonic toaster almost burned his work apron, and then he almost fell down three flights of stairs just trying to make it to work on time, to which Ms Robinson observed and interjected with, "It's not the apartment's fault, Mr Kirstein." "Yeah, thanks Ms Robinson. I'll keep that in mind, alrigh'?" His reply, upon translation meant: Oh, go and suck a dick, you old hag. Though he knew better than to say those words to her face-- she may have looked old and frail, but the work she could do with just her cane was unbelievable. Jean would never admit it, but he was shit scared of her.  Work was no better for him, on his feet all day, in and out of the humid kitchen and sweat dripping from his nose during his break. He hated it there, with a fiery, burning passion. He knew that as son as he had enough money saved, he'd be out of their and starting his own business. He didn't know when, or how, but it was going to happen, no matter what stood in his way. The only thing he could look forward to was the inevitability that Bertholdt, his roommate of three years, would be waiting back at their apartment with some kind of cheerful conversation. 

Walking through their blue, peeling door, the first thing he was expected to do, was to flop onto the couch and pretend that just for a second, his day had never happened. He closed his eyes and let out a loud, but seemingly contained sigh, trying to forget the events the day had housed. He'd have liked nothing more than to fall asleep right there, but he knew chores were in fact a thing.

[goldenstaratdawn]

spookymemoir

         Meeting someone taller than him ( even             if it is only by an inch ) is kind of refreshing.             Most everyone looks at him as if he is some             sort of tower to be climbed, and this man is              tall enough that he has to turn his eyes up             just slightly to look at him rather than getting             lower to the ground to meet his eyes. A sigh             leaves his lips and he places his hands inside             of his pockets. He wonders if this man is also              a model-- his height and unusual features              would be more than enough to explain why             he's here at the TV station Ren is filming at.

                            "Hello. It's nice to meet you."

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