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[head_downstairs]

[In the fabled center of Camp, there's a giant banner calling for your attention.

Need help with your anger issues? Join our counseling program!

Handcuffed to it, there's also a certain grumpy counselor who isn't looking particularly thrilled about this.

and it's snowing mistletoe]

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[fruitophile]

[ there is a card... in... your face. ]

[nicetroll]

[ ah geez and i just got this suit too ]

Really? You think so?

[fruitophile]

For now, yes. ♦

[ pulling out the cards and digging his fingers into the cuts ]

[nicetroll]

[ might be getting turned on by this ]

You're being thorough today.

[fruitophile]

[ ... oh good. ]

Do you like that? ♠

[ digs his fingers in and rips a chunk of his flesh off ]

[nicetroll]

Yes.

[ there is a wince since today he feels like showing the pain :3c ]

It feels good.

[fruitophile]

[ leans in close and breathes against his ear ]

I'm going to let you decide how this will go. ♦ Tell me how you want to be broken. ♥

[nicetroll]

Tear me apart.

[fruitophile]

Beg. ♦

[nicetroll]

Kill me. Tear me apart with your fingers and make me scream in pain.

Please. Please. I need it more than anything. I'll do anything for it.

[fruitophile]

[ ....... oh he actually... did... it... ♥ ]

You're a liar and a manipulator. ♠ I won't fall for that. ♦

[ cuts in deeper with a card, until his fingers touch bone. ]

[nicetroll]

What do you want then?

[ hisssssing yes that's the stuff oh yeah ]

[fruitophile]

Something you cannot give me. ♠

[ brushes his clean hand across Hazama's cheek, then grabs his jaw. crack. ]

[nicetroll]

[ well now I can't speak so there's that. Hello blood dribbling out of my mouth. ]

[fruitophile]

I like you better when you don't talk. ♠

[ punches him in the stomach ♪ ]

[nicetroll]

[ there is a slight 'oof' as he spits up blood, gurgling on it a bit ]