He just collapsed to the floor.
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Thread Topic: He just collapsed to the floor.
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Confident: ... *slowly closes notebook*
Hendrix: Ass. *takes notebook, shoving Confident on the bed* *flips to the first page* -
Paisley: Can you stop? *now runs over to Hendrix, trying to take it from him* This is Crowley's secrets.. He doesn't need random people to know..!
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*holds it up, ignoring*
*reads*
Age five. Daddy is sad. I am sad. Momma is crying. Why is she crying? What scare her? I am scared. I am alone. Someone helps me. His name is Twain. He is a doctor! I want to be a doctor like him.
*snorts*
Confident: Hendrix..
Wait. Let me continue!
*continues*
Age five. I am here with Twain. He is cool. I like him a lot. He care. I wish he was my big brother. Momma do not want me to. She feel better. Daddy do not. He gone. He goes away. When he comes back I hug him. I miss him. He want brother for me too.
*laughs*
He was very lonely. -
*shaking in rage*
*suddenly lashes at his arms with claws, hissing again*
I told you to stop. I'll rip you to ribbons if you continue reading something that isn't yours. -
Hendrix: *suprised*
Confident: Hand it over to her, Hendrix.
Hendrix: Damn. All I was doing was trying to seek answers. -
Paisley: Seek answers for things that are none of your business. How dare you think it's okay to laugh at him and mock him like you just have. Perhaps I should humiliate you in front of people you respect, hm? Then you'll see how rude it is.
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Hendrix: *tosses the notebook on the bed, grinning*
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Paisley: *pounces onto it, and ends up pouncing onto Confident as well because he's on the bed* ..Sorry. *scrambles off, clutching the book*
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Confident: Don't be.
Hendrix: You're a real b----. He could've written something to why what happened to him happened. We'll never know if you don't let me read it.
Pitch: *at the doorway, glaring daggers*
Confident: Oops. -
Paisley: ..Daddy! *rolls, running over* That dude's a butt.
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Pitch: *coldly* I'll deal with you later, Hendrix.
Hendrix: *lol scared* *leaves*
Confident: *nervously looks away*
Pitch: *drops eyes on the notebook* -
Paisley: ..Hm? *looks down at it, then back up to him* Dr. Twain set it on the bed, and he said he promised not to read it.. So I dunno if anyone should..
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Pitch: No one shouldn't be reading it. *frowns* I'll take it.
Confident: And Wright?
Pitch: ..*looks up* It turned out he was poisoned. -
Paisley: ..Nu. *cuddles it tighter* *then* R-really? He's still okay, right?
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Pitch: *sighs* *then nods* He just needs rest.
Confident: I see..
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