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“Okay, so I changed the lightbulb in the bathroom,” a suspiciously simple request, but Frederick wasn’t complaining. Well, at least, not after the unclogging the drain of an old grimy looking bathtub in an apartment building he was fairly certain ought to have been condemned ages ago. Plus, the thing he pulled out may have looked like a wad of hair, but he was absolutely sure that thing was alive. “What else did you say you needed done?”
The redhead was absolutely silent as she walked, her focus on the person in front of her. Lizzie had been bored and decided to follow anyone that caught her fancy. She tried sticking to the shadows when she could, and she had no idea if the other was aware of her presence. It was fun stalking people and it took all of Lizzie’s willpower not to giggle the longer the game went.
A stack of white boxes teetered dangerously in Moira’s arms as she made her way out of the butcher’s shop. Her hearse wasn’t far, so she had assumed she could find her way back to it without any help. Had the sidewalk been clear of people she certainly would have made it, but with her view obstructed, she, unfortunately, marched straight into some poor stranger. “Oh, oh dear!” she yelped, her boxes tumbling right out of her grasp, the contents of one spilling out across the sidewalk. She dropped to the floor immediately, attempting to clear the sidewalk of her carefully wrapped meat and organs. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry! I should have been more careful-- are you alright?”
Frankie managed to find a place to sneak a cigarette in this hotel, one very far away from the fourteenth floor. The Lady in Red wasn’t on the top of her ‘let’s go and see’ list. Not yet, at least, and certainly not alone. She had put the cigarette to her lips and searched for a lighter. “Oh, fuck...” Frankie sighed heavily and leaned back. “Of course! This would happen.”
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Ryan: i can't work snapchat
Ryan: i feel old
will: listen i finally got all my equipment packed up and i'm actually starving and i'm about to gnaw off a sconce or something.
will: do you want to go out to dinner with me? my treat?
