f o r t y - o n e.

[eatasam]

[In the aftermath of a therapy session, Famine was restless. Irritated from having to spill about his childhood. As if she could pinpoint something out of his past experiences, something in his upbringing that had brought him to his breaking point? He'd meant for her to know nothing about his past life, how nothing in any mortal life had any

Comments

[filter; diet plan]

[andaclatter]

Quit being so fucking adorable, Diet Plan. You're in luck, though. No plans for tomorrow. Should I tell my cousin to fuck off for the evening?

[filter; samael]

[eatasam]

No to the first, yes to the second.

[filter; diet plan]

[andaclatter]

To what do I owe this dubious pleasure?

[filter; samael]

[eatasam]

Your cooperation, that's it.

[yourbane]

Not to my extensive knowledge.

[filter; horsemen]
Do not tell me that's where they think you belong.

[eatasam]

Wonder if anyone goes more insane with all that white.

[Filter: Horsemen]
It's where my shrink thinks I belong.