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[hallowing]

important q


if u were a dnd character


what class would u be



if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.

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[hallowing]

ooh, does that mean we're friends now? u opted for the friend name

and nah im fending for myself

but im pretty

fendable, u feel me?

[homeostatic]

No.

Yes, and save the cheeseball come-on. I'll show you around.

[hallowing]

good sir, didst thou just ask the sun not to shine? the wind not to blow? the stars not to hold sway the minds of mortals with their distant glittering intrigue?

[homeostatic]

I've seen stars up close. They're churning spheres of burning hydrogen, they stink like a charcoal grill, and they're goddamn terrifying, not intriguing.

Meet me in the transporter room, Shakespeare.

[hallowing]

oh you, wriothesley. 🤪🤪🤪


sure, sure. im comin'. but not the fun kind of coming.


(YET?!)

[homeostatic]

Yeah yeah

( the flashbacks he's having to Jim back at the Academy, just steadily gathering notches on his bedpost... )

[hallowing]

😘😘

（ is the only acknowledgement he sends.

it takes him a while, because he has the attention span of a particularly inebriated squirrel

but eventually he does arrive.

he's a tall, lanky motherfucker that moves with a grace that verges on the inhuman. black slacks, the most obnoxious hawaiian shirt you can imagine, and an easy smile that gets turned on mccoy without preamble. ）

Ey, yo, doctor man, is that right?