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@burynot do you ever plan on forgiving yourself? - the doorman

[ i’m not 1000% sure because i haven’t seen the full image but jHBSNAJ will i //ever// be disappointed bep- ]

Dare he say that morning? Because then that was admitting he’d had food and not saved any for the boy. It wasn’t like he was earning his keep. The items acquired for the shop were old tat at best, and not once had the boy brought him a functioning lamp. “I don’t see the point to that question Son.” the once vizier watched his son carefully. // @hethieves 

GHOST GANG!

" you want a fist up yours? " he practically shoved reno's chair into a forced-spin. half of him hoped it'd make the red-head dizzy enough to shut up, the other half knew it didn't get him any where. reno eats these games, and rude was just a participant. at least he was getting paid, but not enough to drink this swill. true, he's gotten a taste for finer things, and this stuff just burns the throat without much else. of course, it was the slums, what else did he expect? nothing. and yet, somehow, his expectations were surpassed every time he set food in this disc. people wallow in muck and shame, but he smells something here that he remembers: persistence.

ah, new years. beautiful, wasn't it? it meant bonuses.. or the lack there of, which meant a threat of a two-weeks notice. tsung had one job, and it mainly involved keeping rude pacified long enough to steal more materia research budget. even as rude's focused on keeping his partner from lighting up in their very flammable lodge, that will change if that check doesn't go through in the next seven minutes.. " if you keep smoke inside this wooden cabin, i'll crack your nuts. " and he really just might.