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“What’d’ya fuckin’ say?” he inquired, turning his head to look at the lanky blond standing over by the other bed. Parker assumed it was his roommate, but he wasn’t entirely sure. “Kinda deaf in one ear here, bucko.” 

Dallen, Kiyeol, Emiliana, Xerxei, and Marlow. They all seem like crazy mother fuckers. Especially the Xerxei guy, doesn’t he bite people and drink their blood? Ew. Also, he’s tall. Dallen doesn’t even tell people his name at first, fucking weird and shady shit goin’ on right there. Emiliana has been in isolation more times than I can count and if you got ‘er mad she could fuck you the fuck up. Kiyeol is just a creepy guy. And again, the tall thing. Tall people are fucking creepy. Marlow just seems like a dick, I hope she does hit someone. Might make this place a bit more interesting. Just don’t fuckin’ kill me. 

Xerxei and Parker, for sure. That is all shades of fuck’d up. Also, where’s the boys eyebrows? Don’t get me started on all these reacquainted ex lovers pre-asylum. All they’re gonna do is spawn even more nutters that they’re going t’release like little demons into th’world. Speaking of spawning, Nick and Layla need t’stop whatever the fuck’s going on there, that shits creepy. There’s a fuckin’ reason there’s laws against incest. 

When he’d spotted a cat by the staff room, Hnikarr had panicked. Not just an oh god, it’s a cat sort of panic, but a full-on sweaty-palmed, shallow-breathing sort of panic. It was Scabbers - it was fate. The sort of fate that ended in death, not the kind that had a happy ending. Despite his reservations, the boy picked up the cat and stuffed him into his jacket, only glad now that he’d lost as much weight as he had - the feline was barely obvious, or so he hoped. Then again, it did help that poor Scabbers had dropped several pounds, and that he didn’t seem quite as hairy as before, although he really felt sorry for the creature. He made his way through the halls as quickly as he could, only stopping in front of the door to Asher’s room. The seventeen-year-old gave a shaky sigh before knocking, letting Scabbers’ head poke out from his jacket as he did so. Hopefully, Asher would at least talk to him, so he could give him the cat, and maybe try to apologize.

If he goes near Asher again, I will tear out his spleen with my bare hands. That will kill him, right?