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Loooool, yep, not for lack of trying!

@bates--boy

Nezumi had to pause — was Peter talking about actual demons or the imaginary ones? If the former was the case, Nezumi could have some advice for him. He could recommend charms, depending on the demon, or other ways of protection in which he was fairly well-versed. If push came to shove, Nezumi could protect him, also. It was one of the few things he found himself to be good at — fighting demons. The actual ones.

"If you know that you're doing it wrong, why perpetuate the cycle?" Nezumi asked, concluding that Peter wasn't, in fact, talking about real demons but metaphorical ones which were no less scary — if Nezumi had to guess — due to their immediate proximity to one's personal thoughts and desires.

A meme for muses who can’t open up. || @bates--boy

Nezumi halts with his lips slightly parted; both his eyebrows lift in a display of sincere surprise. Whatever he has wanted to say remains hung in his throat. Words unsaid like a cassette on pause, voice suspended mid-air.

Slowly, he turns his face towards Peter and lets out a breath of the softest disbelief. His expression shifts into a somewhat neutral smile.

"I'm fine; thank you for the offer, though," Nezumi says politely and amiably, unsure whether he should dub Peter's proposal to be a kind gesture or if he should be worried that he has come across as incompetent to his client.

The life of a private investigator often requires the opposite to happen — Nezumi is the one who approaches strangers and represents his clients. It's his thing. He has handled nosy journalists, drunk patrons, entitled elite, ignorant police. He has had it all — or at least most, but he likes to think he can handle anything life throws at him.

Nezumi doesn't remember the last time someone has offered to speak on his behalf — a guardian, a friend or a partner — he supposed that he doesn't exactly give the impression he ought to be cared for or that he cannot speak for himself, and he understands it. He has always been the independent one, the carer — and that is as it should be. That is who he wants to be.

[It's flagged as potential spam, but don't worry, it's just an email from little old Sealand.]

[And, oh, look! An attachment!]

[TildaSwintonDissTrack.wav]

"I had went ahead and written one for that Swinton woman, since you were so sensitive about Chris Evans. Enjoy!

-Peter"

[To: Pete Not Davidson]: YOOOOOOO GOT THE EMAIL!

[To: Pete Not Davidson]: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🤣🤣 🔥🦅🙏🙏👏👏👏👏👏🔥🔥🤣 🔥🔥

[To: Pete Not Davidson]: ah shit ignore the eagle lol that was a typo. It's SO GOOD!!! Can you IMAGINE if this was released? I won't cuz I don't wanna like upset your branding or anything but it'd be more unwanted beef than Arbys

Mycotoxins, which are basically a type of toxin produced by mold spores. It can really fuck up your health. Since coffee, especially coffee grounds, provide both the right moisture and nutrients for growth, fungal can take over quickly. Anyways: please wash your fucking mugs, Alfred. What the hell. Don't you have a dishwasher?