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"Hey! Can we go to the docks today?"

"It's a bit chilly to go swimming, Booker..."

"I knowww... but I like watching the fishies!"

"Haha, okay. Just let me get my bag."

Paul wasn't a guy who particularly stood out from the crowd. But whenever Booker was around, they were impossible to ignore. They've cemented themselves as best friends to the whole town. Anyone from the outside looking in would question why someone plain like Paul hung around an eccentric like Booker. "He's like a brother to me." He'd always answer.

The two have been best friends since childhood. Booker struggles to remember most of it, but the bits he remembered fondly were of Paul. An extra sandwich whenever Booker forgot his lunch, constant sleepovers at Paul's house, secrets kept between them that they'd kept to their graves. Small things that Paul would overlook, but meant the world to Booker at the time.

kind of ironic that paul's a writer and booker's an artist. make of that what you will.

"booo nexus wheres the yaoislop" DAMN HERE

Hey look! Emmerson's tattoo is finally gone!

Skin used to be a reminder for Emmerson's failures. A surgical scar, trailing down his back to remind him to double-check his equipment. Teeth marks, latched onto his right ankle to caution him what lurks in the deep. A tattoo, on his left shoulder that no matter how hard he tries to change, his past still owns him.

A narrow viewpoint he locked with him in his jail cell. Until he was able to accept his faults, be honest with himself, and make a change for the better, could he be able to move on. Emmerson never asked for forgiveness, but his partners promise him that he's done enough.

hi thomas lets put you through the horrors + a comic i didnt want to finish