✝ 07 ✝

[trulydevout]

Fuckin' bunch of sacrilegious heathens...I fuckin' hate this time of the year. All this shit put up to celebrate some poor bastard brat born in a barn - who only managed to get himself killed later on, what the fuck kind of religion is founded on that sort of horse shit?

And it's fucking snowing too. Hate that shit.

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[cranesandroses]

Hidan.

[trulydevout]

What.

[cranesandroses]

Clean up the mess.

[trulydevout]

You want it cleaned, do it your own fuckin' self.

[cranesandroses]

You stain blood all over the house.

[trulydevout]

...You say that like its a bad thing.

[cranesandroses]

It is unbecoming.

[trulydevout]

Oh what would all the neighbors say?? What the fuck do I care? Tell the bastard to get off his ass if it bothers your prissy female sensibilities that damned much.

[cranesandroses]

You are not entering this house tracking blood. It ruins the holiday decorations.

[trulydevout]

...I'll torch the fuckin' place to the ground if I see that shit there.

Think the Fruit's good at blowin' shit up? You ain't seen nothing yet.

[cranesandroses]

The poor Christmas spirit. It seems this person they pertain to as Santa Claus would be buying less gifts for Christmas, then.

[trulydevout]

Fat fuckin' bastard had it coming.

[cranesandroses]

I stepped on an eyeball on the way home. Was that your work too?

[trulydevout]

Might have been. Lose track of all the little shit after a while. Didn't bust that pretty ass of yours did you?

[cranesandroses]

Not quite.

There is pasta on the counter. It is still warm.

[trulydevout]

Mores the pity. If not that, all the fuckin' ice and snow'll do it.

...Sucking up with food ain't gonna help if you've desecrated my damned apartment.