#droptheaccent

246. So I haven't seen Arthur around lately. Does that mean the angry Scot is single? Cause hot dayyyum.

He was still young when it'd first happened.

His innocence was stolen when he was still considered a child by most of the world, only a few years away from being legally considered and adult but still much to young to have had such an experience.

He wasn't even sure how he'd been able to get into that damn night club, anyway; his "I.D." was way too obviously fake. Maybe the bouncer just didn't care.

Arthur wished he had.

The man's breath reeked of alcohol whenever he would kiss him, and his body hurt like hell all over, but he was too drunk himself to really care. Who was this man, anyway? Arthur didn't know him. He was only a stranger who wanted his body and nothing more, and Arthur willingly gave it up to him without a fight. How could he, in this state? It's not like he was particularly strong in the first place, and this man was much larger than him by a healthy amount. He would be overpowered in an instant.

It seemed like it took forever, but at the same time, it didn't last long enough. That one incident was all it took for something to spark inside of him - a burning need to be taken and used, never satisfied and always wanting more of something - but more of what?

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hi oh crap did i send tha

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damn it *oh gosh i meant dang it or darn it** anywaysallistor ijust,,, you did somehting did ntyou to my koola-id *koolid *frick,look, i cant eevn type on the screen because of you, you always say that 'yeel thank me latler lADDIE.' but i've never thank nded you not once for doingthis espicalliy when i wake up in the mornings, but that doesnt mean i dnt love you, i just think youlike drinjing *drinkng too much,,  maybe youshould cut down a b

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I'm pretty sure I could get Darcey to do it-- actually, no. He'd save it in a cup and try to keep it in a bin...