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oh my god teddie i am obsessed with your brain u are the perfect man
u know i was gonna ask my library for a polaroid maybe i'll ask for fancy stationary too
Edited 2024-11-24 03:55 (UTC)
the library i love it we have a book club
anyway you can ask the library for shit and if you ask nicely and it's not impossible it'll come down this tube like at the bank you know?
anyway you can ask the library for shit and if you ask nicely and it's not impossible it'll come down this tube like at the bank you know?
i don't know if it has eyes...
it writes me notes sometimes tho
it writes me notes sometimes tho
at no point has the library intimated that it wants to rock my hot bod theo
like statistically 1 in 10 people only wanna fuck men so at least 10% of people don't wanna rock my hot bod
[ Lips pursed, squeezing Theo's hand a little bit, Cellar hesitates. It's a bleak question; it would be even if she hadn't succumbed to something that could have easily been fatal. She wants to think it didn't happen because people were there, but she also hates the thought that she needed that to be the case. Feeling powerless drives her mad. ]
Do you remember any of the times you died—?
[ Voice subdued and a little weak, Cellar wouldn't blame him if he got upset at her for asking. It's a horribly invasive question. ]
Do you remember any of the times you died—?
[ Voice subdued and a little weak, Cellar wouldn't blame him if he got upset at her for asking. It's a horribly invasive question. ]
[It's a question, surprisingly, that nobody's really asked him before - at least not in a long time. You think it'd go hand in hand with him so willingly putting it out there that he keeps living new lives that someone would eventually ask how the old ones ended. Death by misadventure, accident, sickness - murder... the list is plentiful and varied but something always stayed the same.
He's quiet for a stiff moment, before his voice is evenly soft:]
I do. Several, if not all.
[The ones before his memory kicked in were more of a blur now, with the exception of the first. He'll always remember the first.]
... Do you think you died?
He's quiet for a stiff moment, before his voice is evenly soft:]
I do. Several, if not all.
[The ones before his memory kicked in were more of a blur now, with the exception of the first. He'll always remember the first.]
... Do you think you died?
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