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uberbonedDay Two of No-Really-I-Died-That-Time-And-It-Sucked Death Toll. Still sucks.
Note to self: Find a constructive hobby. One that doesn't involve getting lit on fire.
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Someone needs to check Bela Talbot's room. She had to have broken into my stash to get the holy oil, so if she's still got some, I wanna know about it. And I want it gone.
[BONUS SPAM]
Gabriel put the journal aside and stared at his arm where a bruise had formed around what was unmistakably a bite mark. He was still hiding out in Max's room and had spent the whole night trying to hold her down while she struggled through her heat and managed to get out of the whole situation without her escaping or getting molested (although there were several attempts, and, honestly, if he didn't feel like throwing up every three seconds, he'd have complied).
"....Did you bite me?"
Note to self: Find a constructive hobby. One that doesn't involve getting lit on fire.
[Warden Filter]
Someone needs to check Bela Talbot's room. She had to have broken into my stash to get the holy oil, so if she's still got some, I wanna know about it. And I want it gone.
[BONUS SPAM]
Gabriel put the journal aside and stared at his arm where a bruise had formed around what was unmistakably a bite mark. He was still hiding out in Max's room and had spent the whole night trying to hold her down while she struggled through her heat and managed to get out of the whole situation without her escaping or getting molested (although there were several attempts, and, honestly, if he didn't feel like throwing up every three seconds, he'd have complied).
"....Did you bite me?"
