Really. And what gave you that idea? I was tipped off by the vandalism, personally.
[He hunches over the toilet again to retch, a horrible, grinding sound. The evil flu wasn't this bad. Never has he felt so battered. Growling, he pulls himself back upright for a moment.]
Of course they do. I was a fucking bleeding heart all over the network - any half-literate fool could have figured it out.
[The memories haunt him. The things he said, the things he did, and now one of his belongings has decided to turn traitor and run over a so-called 'broken heart'! His body convulses, painfully, his claws digging into the porcelain.]
Treacle. I called you treacle. I despise sweets! And those- hurgghhk- [Back over the bowl he goes. And in spite of every part of his being rejecting goodness at any turn, the hand on his back does provide some relief. Just a bit - he doesn't pull away from it.]
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[He hunches over the toilet again to retch, a horrible, grinding sound. The evil flu wasn't this bad. Never has he felt so battered. Growling, he pulls himself back upright for a moment.]
Of course they do. I was a fucking bleeding heart all over the network - any half-literate fool could have figured it out.
[The memories haunt him. The things he said, the things he did, and now one of his belongings has decided to turn traitor and run over a so-called 'broken heart'! His body convulses, painfully, his claws digging into the porcelain.]
Treacle. I called you treacle. I despise sweets! And those- hurgghhk- [Back over the bowl he goes. And in spite of every part of his being rejecting goodness at any turn, the hand on his back does provide some relief. Just a bit - he doesn't pull away from it.]