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he/him
twenty five
february 24
mauville
samsexual
addict
grunt
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knox prescott
[M] Under the Table
POSTED ON Oct 29, 2019 0:54:16 GMT
[attr="class","knoxpost"]curiosity killed the cat. he could be holding gold in his hands. or maybe it's fool's gold. he knows next to nothing about the woman.
summer would know. summer would've investigated, would've ripped her apart and pieced her back together so that she knew exactly who she was dealing with. but he's not summer.
and so he holds this baggie in his hands and he's thinking fuck, maybe i could try just a bit. never test the product. never test an untested product. but he's already put so much toxicity in his body, what's one more taste?
memory loss.
his eyes harden. he's not in the business of dealing with roofies. he tosses it on the table.
"won't move product like that," he says, but she's already up, telling him about something else.
and then there's a crash.
captain, who'd been exploring the woman's curious apartment, comes bounding up to knox. he stands and hurries over to the bottom of the stairs next to ayame, peers up the staircase.
captain, ever the brave, leaps up the stairs two at a time, leaving knox to mutter a few choice words before following her up. his expression pales as he rounds around the corner. captain, at his feet, shivers, rooted to the spot in fear as the monstrosity wheels on them, gaping, fleshy mouth gnarled with teeth, smiling, leering, tottering towards them.
"what the fuck," he screeches and stumbles backwards and wonders, briefly, if he had tried some of that mystery drug.
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