(Written in a careless lefty scrawl that tends to be in slightly crooked lines across, rather than perfectly horizontal.)
So. I thought about introducing myself as Bad-Ass Motherfucker, but just writing that once makes my hand want to fucking cramp up.
In fact, y'know what? This whole damn place makes my brain want to cramp up, and that's
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Your obsession with my lower anatomy is starting to become somewhat disturbing, brother.
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Are you dissing my mum?
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Come to the scavenger's yard with me, we'll go to the market tomorrow.
((OOC: the writing is much neater and cuter, with mocking little hearts around the word "otouto"))
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Meet me outside on the landing, fifteen minutes. We're going to the junk yard.
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Don't forget to take a coat in case it gets cold~~
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Or not. Bitch.
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I'm going with or without you.
Five more minutes to make up your mind, my dear twin.
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Fine, I'm coming. Don't gotta be such a fuckin' nag.
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I'm waiting on the landing, my lazy little brother.
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