Professional Hellraiser

But most importantly, I’m deciding to move to a new blog - a lot of goo has accrued on this one and one of the big problems for me is having a decent tag system since stuff changed through the years. I’ll announce the new blog as soon as I get it set up - prompts and drafts that are sitting on my bucket list won’t be dropped when I make the move. 

"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"

Gonna retire and hop on to finish other inbox things another day, I need sleepy sleeps. OTL 

“FIRST MY BANANAS AND NOW MY CEREAL-” He picks up Ven and carries him out towards the door. “QUIT MOOCHING OFF MY FOOD, YOU BUM.” 

“Goodness gracious Ven, my ass is not a valid bachelor.” 

“Oh no no, you’re not gonna die - you’re just going to shit violently, all the time, in this life and the next.” He paused a moment, “Hm, not sure if that’s any better than death come to think of it.”  

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN MY HOME?! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY IS THAT MY FUCKING CEREAL YOU’RE EATING?!” Roxas shouted at he threw his fists in the air, raring for a fight.

“I certainly hope you’re not eating the frosty flakes from my cabinet..” There was a tinge of concern in his voice, “I’ve been having a redhead vermin problem and laced the cereal with something awful.” 

I know who this is, nice try though, dweeb.