#themoderatekillers

[imreallyjustanactor]

Be careful on the internet II themoderatekillers

Rich hummed and dried his hair with a towel. Outside was a cold, rainy, windy storm and he prefered after a walk out there with Nishka to take a hot shower or a bath.

Now he felt warm and comfortable, so he sat down on the couch, nuzzled in a blanket and turned on his laptop, browsing through different sites and then suddenly he sent an email to the wrong adress, just because of a damn typo, just because of this fullstop.

[email : to [email protected]              from [email protected] ]

Hello Pippa,

Did you get home well? It's pretty stormy outside!

Love,

Rich

[inhalexlife]

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          Pamos rather enjoyed the time he spent in graveyards. It was the one place he didn't feel like he wasn't wanted. He found that sucking up what little life force clung to people's graves six feet under made the lost spirits feel more settled in. Whenever there was anything connecting the spirits to this world they became very distressed. Consuming that would benefit both of them. Usually this specific graveyard was empty, but the morning fog today offered another being. Their silhouette rung obvious in his sight, but he did nothing to provoke it. He simply stood by one grave, reading the text imprinted on the stone.