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"......Terezi does. Shut up. /Get out/. Or I'll put this knife in your head. I swear."

2016-01-16 09:52:12

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"Even she doesn't trust you."

2016-01-16 09:54:19

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"SHUT UP! STOP TALKING! /NOW/!"

2016-01-16 09:54:40

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"Why? Because you know I'm right?!"

2016-01-16 09:59:16

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"BECAUSE YOU'RE A STUPID BITCH WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP!" He held the knife out further.

2016-01-16 10:00:25

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She finished gathering her things, walked over to Tassek, twisted his wrist until he dropped the knife, and tossed it aside.

"You're as weak as Ivory is."

And then left.

2016-01-16 10:01:56

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He started crying again. He fell against the couch, in and out of sleep, for a few hours, forgetting Shigeru existed until he eventually returned.

2016-01-16 10:04:01

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I was over at Ivory's place. Of course, last time I was here it didn't end well, but......I didn't feel comfortable back at the apartment, especially with the odd feelings I kept getting every time Madison changed his clothes nearby or thought something personal. It was also getting harder and harder to keep my wings hidden for any length of time, and the most I could manage was a few hours for work, where I'd gotten several compliments and pick-up lines about my new hair color. Personally, I don't like it much....it's too bright, and I'm too pale for it to really work, I think. Ren was near where I stood in the kitchen, absently and pointlessly cooking for myself and possibly Ivory with a few ingredients I'd brought from home. ....home. I suppose I think of our place like that now. I certainly never thought of Tassek's place as home. But Lance's new stove is ridiculously complicated, and I was only just now getting started on the actual cooking after a good hour of attempting to figure out what all the buttons did without simultaneously pressing something I shouldn't, and Ren just standing and laughing as they watched. ...very helpful. They have very nice legs. I wonder why I never noticed that.

2016-01-16 10:18:31

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Of course, if there was anyone Ivory could trust about Seculus's...situation, it'd be Ren. She trusted Seculus not to do anything, but that didn't mean she'd leave him in the house alone. Ivory was upstairs, and had just finished showering and getting dressed when she heard the familiar hum not too far from her house. A smile grew on her face, and she broke into a run down the stairs, and out the front door.

2016-01-16 10:42:29

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Where's she going? ....I sense an angel. And a devil...who could possibly be here? It isn't Clarenz and Lucinda craving revenge, is it? I abandoned the already-burnt piece of chicken in favor of following after her, staying a ways behind so as not to startle whoever it was with the sight of my wings.

2016-01-16 10:48:14

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Lance's car pulled into the driveway, and a male on a motorcycle parked out front. Was he male? He was pretty short for a male, and it was hard to tell with his helmet still on. Either way, Ivory ran forward and almost tackled him, as well as the bike onto the ground in a hug. He returned it, but with one hand removed the helmet. A shock of red hair shone brightly against the night sky.

"Heyyy, give me some warning next time, will you?" Jackson put his helmet on his motorcycle handle.

2016-01-16 10:51:48

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Ah! It's Jackson. The devil must be someone else from the Skype group, then. I stepped outside and waved to him.

2016-01-16 10:52:54

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He waved back, then did a double take. "BLOND IS NOT YOUR COLOR!" He called to Seculus.

"It's ...a long story." Ivory quietly mumbled to Jackson.

2016-01-16 10:54:58

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"Yes, I know," I called back, trying to keep my wings folded behind me. But being larger than usual, that was a bit difficult. "What're you doing here?"

2016-01-16 10:56:08

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"You didn't know? Lance's birthday is next week!"

2016-01-16 10:57:25

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"...oh. No, I didn't, actually."

2016-01-16 10:57:54

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"OI, WHO'S THAT BLOND CUNT IN YER FOOKIN YARD?!" An Irish voice called from the garage.

2016-01-16 10:59:59

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I winced. ....I see. /He's/ the devil. "Cameron, could you please NOT??"

2016-01-16 11:00:55

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"Oh it's just you. HI SECULUS" The garage door closed, and the Irish man couldn't be heard.

Jackson then looked to Ivory like he remembered something. "You said Ren's moved in with you. I wanna see them. Now!" He took her by the hand and practically dragged her inside.

2016-01-16 11:03:32

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I stepped behind them, shutting the door and locking it. ...you can never be too safe.

Ren was poking curiously at the decimated chicken on the stove when Jackson came in and they went out into the living room to see what was going on. "....holy shit, /awwww/, you're itty-bitty!"

2016-01-16 11:05:26

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Jackson, being barely only an inch taller than Ivory, finally let go of her hand and rushed forward. He threw his arms around Ren and hugged him tightly. "It's so good to finally meet you in personnn~" His words were muffled as he was face first into Ren's chest.

2016-01-16 11:07:25

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They giggled and hugged him back, lifting him off the ground for a second. "You too~! I like your hair!"

2016-01-16 11:09:22

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"Thanks! I don't even know if my natural hair color anymore."

"Well maybe if your ass stopped dyin' it every time the weather changed, lad." Cameron stepped into the living room.

2016-01-16 11:12:04

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"I'm gonna guessss, you're a blonde. Blonde's the best." Seculus sidestepped a little in surprise.

2016-01-16 11:13:02

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"I'm too pale for blond! Hey Cammie."

"Jackson, Rennie."

2016-01-16 11:14:01