“Yeah, you won’t shut the fuck up for two damn seconds! There’s this thing called being quiet for once, maybe you should try it sometime! Seriously, you do know when you complain, that it won’t do shit to make the situation you’re complaining about better?”
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Are you fucking with me right now? You’ve been sat here listening to the likes of Aleks and fucking Jordan all goddamn day and you’re attacking me over that shit? Please, Seamus —- fuck off.
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❝ Do not tell me to CALM DOWN, Mister. You have no idea how STRESSFUL it is the deal with this ungrateful dumb. ❞
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Have you tried talking to them first? You’re coming up in here with salt coming straight out your butthole but what did they even do in the first place? I don’t see what’s got you so pent up about this.
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[1:49AM: James] okay here i go. i got this [1:51AM: James] i can’t it’s gross [1:54AM: James] i got them. luckily there was no pee. thank god [1:54AM: James] and before u ask, yes i cleaned them
[1:52AM: seamus] u got balls man [1:52AM: seamus] i’d have soaked those fuckers in bleach like 100 times before putting them anywhere near my face??? [1:53AM: seamus] how can you guarantee there was no pee tho [1:53AM: seamus] maybe the pee was from a well-hydrated guy
( text !! to: uber relaxer loafer ) but you know what’s the best thing about it? ( text !! to: uber relaxer loafer ) it’s super squishy. god if only i had every single one in the world.
[ 5:17AM: ze ] ikr i’ve never felt anything so squishy in my life [ 5:18AM: ze ] i can’t even imagine that tbh like i’d be so overwhelmed by the squishiness
James sat at his desk, the hum of his computer punctuating the deafening silence in the room. That, and his muffled sobs as his shoulders heaved with every sniff and every small gasp the man let out in an attempt to repress his cries, his head buried in his hands. But he failed miserably every time —- the tears just kept coming and coming; he simply couldn’t stop them.
He didn’t even bother to look up when he heard his door creaking open, instead he turned his head away shamefully. He wasn’t curious at to who was in there with him, he just knew he didn’t want them to see him in such a state.
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Don’t look at me, please. I’m a fucking mess right now—- a fucking mess.
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[1:45: James] i’m NOT BLIND [1:45: James] BUT. they’re in the toilet!! [1:46: James] james help what do i do??
[1:47PM: seamus] take em out of there man [1:47PM: seamus] then try and clean em obviously [1:48PM: seamus] make sure there ain’t no piss on em [1:48PM: seamus] cus that’d be bad
Leaning completely back in his own chair, he covered his face with both hands. His laughter sounded a lot like he was crying —- or more like his crying sounded like his laughter. Cracking his russet eyes open, his smile spread across his entire face.
James hesitantly clicked off of the atrocity and instead went to open another case, his breathing heavy as he rested his chin on his hand. It was actually Jordan’s fault all this had happened in the first place, and James could not see himself forgiving him any time soon.
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Jordan doesn’t deserve the knives he gets, Aleks. He sits there on his HIGH HORSE reprimanding ME for getting put through all this bullshit —- I’ll show him, Aleksandr.
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( text !! to: uber relaxer loafer ) i mean it’s just so addicting !! ( text !! to: uber relaxer loafer ) and they come in different flavors and colors too.
[5:14AM: ze] cherry is definitely my favorite [5:15AM: ze] wait but what about strawberry [5:15AM: ze] IT’S ALL SO GOOD STEVEN
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