Aug 27, 2017
Del, 'ave you taken the cards we 'ad on the table? I fink Murdoc left 'em there but they're gone now! -@2daskmeanything
“... What cards?”
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Del, 'ave you taken the cards we 'ad on the table? I fink Murdoc left 'em there but they're gone now! -@2daskmeanything
“... What cards?”
@2daskmeanything
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Murdoc is goin' t'the store do you need summfink? (@2daskmeanything)
“Murdoc goes to the store?
Tell him to get some cat food, katsu’s running out of it.”
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“We’re related, sir.” He aded, after a sigh and a grumble, getting out a bad taste from his mouth. “Murdoc Niccals is my father.”
2D wants to meet you! He's over at @2daskmeanything if you're interested Cyborg 2D!
I guess I may as well say hello to the bloke who shares my DNA.. no matter how weird or uncomfortable it may be.
Greetings @2daskmeanything ! Sorry if I’ve been a little standoffish. Can’t help but be a little bitter sometimes, given the band dumped me for the “real” 2D, but I know that's not your fault.
"Big mood."
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the morning after #StrobeliteNight (p2)
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His lips tremble when they brush against yours and a tiny moan escapes his throat before he dives in for a much deeper kiss, his arms hugging you, desperately in need of contact.
“Mmm...” Alt traces his tongue along the gap of your missing teeth, hands coming down to playfully squeeze your arse. “Enough energy for round two, baby blue?” He frowns a bit. “Or...maybe round three? Can’t remember.” He sucks lightly on your earlobe.
the morning after #StrobeliteNight
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He looks away to think but his headache makes the pictures in his head fuzzy and disconnected, not to mention it’s like someone knocking on his brain with claws like that bastard bass player. “Uh…Don’t really remember much love.”
Alt smirks. “I remember you moaning for me with that pretty voice.” He leans up and kisses you on the cheek. “I remember you shudderin’ under me, arching up so I could bite your neck. I remember you begging for me.” He frowns a bit. “I also remember spilling an martini on myself and blaming the government for it.”