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text — un: jellybean456 (misfire)

[rationalism]

i will give you the world's best blowjob if you get me a mcmuffin!! gracie is being a baby doesn't want to get out of bed ITS TOO COLD sacrifice yourself for me

[interior]

Gracie's had her request sent to the wrong person. I don't do deliveries.

[rationalism]

tragique!!!!

i shouldn't be asking strangers to sacrifice themselves anyway that's at least tongue kissing stage of knowing a people

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More than a few strangers around here that would've taken you up on the offer.

I'll leave it up to you whether that means you were lucky or unlucky to get me.

[rationalism]

kismet maybe because someone else convinced me to get out of bed to get a mcmuffin for them, go figure, i'm the chump it turns out

@private.eyes

[expositus]

Yeah, I've been wondering if his mouth works as well as his fists.

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Generally find my fists more effective for landing blows, but I can work with words if I need to.

@gingerailed

[dead_tongue]

yeah hi
are you following me?!?!

[interior]

We work in the same place, Iggy. No.

[dead_tongue]

i know that i'm not stupid.

but every time we're somewhere else you stare at me

[interior]

Or I'm looking at you because you're looking at me.

📦 delivery.

[powerhungry]

[ The morning before Kovacs' first shift at the Hex Club, an envelope finds its way to his door. Inside is a gold pin in the shape of a hexagon, as well as a note: ]

Kovacs,
Welcome to the Hex Club.
I look forward to working with you.
— Silco

text — @burnham

[intelligence]

Hi. Just checking if you're back.

If you're not, it sounds like someone is in your room.

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Looking forward to a new roommate?

[intelligence]

You're much quieter than my last one.

[interior]

Not quiet enough, apparently. Unless this is you encouraging me to party more.

— text @admirals misfire

[murderbooks]

If I ask you something, can you keep your attitude in check?

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Doubtful.

[murderbooks]

( considering who he thinks he's talking to, that's a fair response. )

Do you miss the fame?

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[He'd expected the reply to prompt realisation of it being the wrong username, but fine:]

It was an easy shortcut to communicate the severity of the situation a person may have found themselves in. But only if they'd paid attention in history class.

Your message landed with the wrong person, by the way.

@goatface

[ghostface]

i want you on me.

( shockingly, not a misfire. cameras off, too. this isn't business. )

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Are you asking for a house call, or is this just idle thoughts?

[ghostface]

idle thought. ( that's a lie. ) house call. i don't know.

[interior]

[It was an alarm light flashing from the first message. Danny used directness like that as a smokescreen, or amped it up to a hundred as aggressive armour, driving people back from the vulnerable underside with violent hypersexuality, painted out in a truly impressive use of imagery. He didn't admit to wants or needs. He didn't admit to uncertainty, either.

He'd come at Takeshi the same way, that first week. Uncharacteristically direct, something already shattered, need leaking through. Urgency rises stronger for this, a second incident, but Takeshi can't just follow it, respond like this is the call for help he knows it is. There are lines he has to keep steady, here. For both of them.]

You do know. You make the choice, Danny.

@strange

[rehandle]

[ It's some short time after this that a thought creeps in - beds in - spreads out and gets comfortable. A thought like a thorn he can't cough up.

There's an easy way to find out if he's wrong. ]

We should talk.