#pm;

[pm] You should steal his identity and tell his student to go on and study in Europe or something, I think that'd solve it.

​[pm] As much as I'd love to, I can't in good conscience set an untrained necromancer loose onto the world. Fuck. I have to tell her. There's no other way. I just hope I have time to figure out what to say and how to say it and hope she doesn't find me first.

I still have his phone. Should I tell her not to worry? That there was business out of town unexpectedly?

[pm] It wasn't him. You said it yourself. Look, I don't know shit about demons, but I know what it's like to do some fucked up shit when you ain't in control, but he's IN control now. He got... exorcised or somethin.

​[pm] Cool. Fucking cool. After everything.

[pm] Someone stuck me on a wall by running me through with a sword and now my back hurts worse than it ever did when I was still properly alive. [....] It's a long story. Bring candy? 🥺🥺🥺

​[pm] What the fuck? How the fuck? Who the hell did this?

[pm] if it makes you feel better it doesn't involve an animal. Also wrong number.

[pm] No bloody shit wrong number! […] so what’s too far for you? Do I get to know?