The door itself makes no promises. It is only a door.

[vig_morte]

I guess the best way - or at least the most sensical - way to start is: I started running away from home almost as soon as I learned to crawl. I never went far, just away from family and casa. My mother remembers that she could usually find me underneath the nearest tree, either lying flat on my back staring up at the leaf and light patterns with

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[anonymous]

[vig_morte]

That should really be air quoted for sarcasm, shouldn't it.

[anonymous]

[vig_morte]

I meant my use of "productive" but please, feel free to impress me with your determination. I am entirely at your disposal.

[anonymous]

[vig_morte]

Collisions are rather our forte, aren't they? This should go interestingly. I am fully prepared to rank it rather above most of the nasty necessary bits.

Fucking afterparty. As soon as I can extricate myself from Bean and Isaacs.

[anonymous]

[vig_morte]

I really think it's the deft managing of the aftermath that really showcases our skills.

That would probably mess with at least one of them in really amusing ways, I'm all for this plan.