49th Post-It

[reaping_havoc]

Fuck this week. I'm not part of any clubs, I'm not a Kool-aide drinking fascist religious nazi and I'm definitely not married.

Sorry, Lefty. No offense or anything, you're just not my type.

...Mason and Daisy are gone. Yeah. Good. Lucky piece of shit..

They'd better fucking be all right.

...I guess this means I can get my puppy.

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Comments

[favored_son]

What about a kiss for old times' sake?

[reaping_havoc]

Y'know, I would, but D would probably want to kick my ass for kissing his hand.

[favored_son]

Good. It'd get him off his ass.

[reaping_havoc]

You make it sound like he's sitting around watching tv all day.

[favored_son]

I wish.

[reaping_havoc]

What's he up to these days?

[favored_son]

Oh, nothing much. Just trying to kill his family. Same old same old.

[reaping_havoc]

...Shit, what?

[favored_son]

Curse.

[reaping_havoc]

Oh.

Fuck. Is he still like that? I thought yesterday was a curse day. Don't we get breaks in between?

[favored_son]

I don't think he's cursed today. Just ... reeling from it, I guess. Wish he'd gotten hit with the same memory wipe as half the city.

[reaping_havoc]

...What memory wipe.

[favored_son]

Seen any of the people who can't remember yesterday yet?

[reaping_havoc]

Not....yet.

Wow. What the hell..

And D's affected, huh.

[favored_son]

Nope, was affected. Yesterday. Is moping about it. Today.

So really, you kissing me could only be an improvement.

[reaping_havoc]

We probably horrified him earlier. Why would you want that to continue?