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CarbChewer
"That's nice of you," she said, almost dismissively as she tapped her fingers on her keyboard waiting impatiently for the reports to load.

"I didn't do it to be _nice_, I did it because it was needed."

"But it was still a favor to them, wasn't it?"(more)
CarbChewer
They are the experts, and yet you will be the one to suffer in the end. For they know all, but never what's best.
KimoHime
"What are we?" Steve murmurs, one morning after waking up in between Nancy and Jonathan yet again.

Nancy is already wide awake, the early bird of the trio. She's scratching Steve's back with one hand, and when he turns his head to look at her he sees her(more)
ccmoore
Murdering someone in cold blood.  A primer:  

Why murder?  This question will have as many answers as there are people murdered and those doing the murdering.  In a sense, the question of why is beside the point.   What’s important is that one has decided, for r(more)
carthage
People will do a lot of things for a promise alone. Or at least for the faint shimmer of hope a promise offers. The fall-through never seems as real as the prospect of success.  Funny, that. Perhaps it has to do with the kinds of stories we tell.
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KimoHime
Jonathan likes when people say his name.

He doesn't know why. He doesn't really like being known-and honestly doesn't like most people knowing his name.
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zosimos
Before Atsushi even managed to open his mouth to warn him, the pink bubble burst in Akutagawa's face. It released a fine powder into the air and Akutagawa kitten-sneezed, which was weirdly adorable coming from him, before resuming his usual deadpan expression.
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zosimos
"You really shouldn't smoke in bed," Dazai's voice was muffled by the pillow still, and Chuuya wasn't entirely certain how he could smell the smoke considering he was clearly attempting to suffocate himself instead of waking up like a normal human being.
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ccmoore
I have a dog, Franco.  He’s a mutt, but definitely has some Rottweiler in him.  He’s meaty, and his coat is black and tan .  The rest of him is shepherd, or pit, I’m not sure, but at 90 pounds, you can bet none of his ancestors are Pomeranian.  About Franco, he’s missin(more)
zosimos
James returned from a provisioning trip with a collar and lead and a small, shallow plastic pool. "He's going to murder you when he finds out you put a leash on him," Shiro said, holding the squirming, bite-y black ball of fur as well he could as James attached(more)
zosimos
"What the /fuck/," Chuuya said, arms crossed and a large bump on his noggin from hitting the floor head-first, "are you two doing in my apartment?"

"Your apartment?" Atsushi was seated on the couch. "What do you mean, your apartment, Chuuya-san?" Akutagawa predictably said nothing, sitting in contrite(more)
zosimos
Atsushi was soaked to the bone by the time they made it back to the apartment - Akutagawa had smoothly used Rashomon as an umbrella and, when Atsushi had complained, angled the sluicing water to drench him just before they made it into the building's lobby.
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zosimos
They tried to wait out the rain, lingering under an awning and watching the precipitation through the streetlight but it was to no avail; the downpour increased in intensity after a spectacular thunderclap made Atsushi jump.
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nanya
Enójate.

Fight the battles
that need to be fought.
Say your piece
without fear of being soft. (more)
zosimos
Gotou should have expected this from the moment he'd received the text message and yet still he was surprised when Masayoshi slammed him back against the wall in the entrance hall of his apartment. Gotou went with an oof, the plastic bag of shitty junk food he'd brought falling(more)