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dear_mun2012-04-01 01:01 am
tentacletrickster) wrote in dear_mun2012-04-01 01:01 am
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shit, let's be grimdark.
EB: h̶e͠e͠eey.̸. you.
EB: i'm not sure what to think about all of this yet, mun.
EB: it's kind of weird, i don't think i've e͊v̈e͒̽̈̓rͩ̃̏̀ͦͪ ͐̚hͬ̾̎ͪ͑̔́ā͊̋ͬ͒͒d̏ this many friends before!
EB: but it is sort of ha̷r̡d͝ ̡to̧ l͠is̸tén̸ ͠to them if they
EB: all talk at once
EB: all͜ ̀the T̵I̷ME̶
EB: W͏̢͜H̵͝Y͏̨̨ ͘͢W̵̶O̴N͝͡͞'̨͟T̨ ̀͡T̢H̴E̸͞Y̧ ̵̸̶B̢͜E͡҉̀ Q̡͑̃ͮ̀Uͮ́́Iͭ̀ͫ̂̏ͭ̚Eͥ̐́͡͝Ţ̿͑
EB: quiet qui͝e͜t he̛re ̢i͝n ̀th̵e̢ ͞dar̷k̡, it̡ ͘s̴ure ͢is a̧wf͜ully̸ qui͘e͘t m̨ośt̡ ̧o̷f ̢the̡ t̡ime.͟
EB: it's just me and my friends here now, and i think it's
EB: really
EB: hurts
EB: I M̔̋̽͐͏̸Ę̃̌́̏͢͜ȦͮͦN̑͌͒͌̊̓ͯ̏ͭ҉͘
EB: it's fun! oodles of fun. barrels of fun. you guys are oh so t͘ot͢al̕ly͡ ̸j̡e̛a͠l͠o̷u͘s o̧f̀ ̢t̕he͡se fưc̶kin͢g̸ mega̷ton̴ ̧level͏s̨ òf͢ pain
EB: F̴̘̼̬̱͚̯͕̘̗͈̭́Ư̴̷̴̜̘͖̳̝̱̖̤̳̫̗͚̩̥̻͜N̸̢̼͉͖̙̬͘͘ͅ
EB: we are having.
EB: so great.
EB: i
EB: help me͔͎̤͍̯̪͙̫̠̻̠̙͚͍͓̲̹̰
[lack of courier is due to the nature of glitched-up text, sorry!]
EB: i'm not sure what to think about all of this yet, mun.
EB: it's kind of weird, i don't think i've e͊v̈e͒̽̈̓rͩ̃̏̀ͦͪ ͐̚hͬ̾̎ͪ͑̔́ā͊̋ͬ͒͒d̏ this many friends before!
EB: but it is sort of ha̷r̡d͝ ̡to̧ l͠is̸tén̸ ͠to them if they
EB: all talk at once
EB: all͜ ̀the T̵I̷ME̶
EB: W͏̢͜H̵͝Y͏̨̨ ͘͢W̵̶O̴N͝͡͞'̨͟T̨ ̀͡T̢H̴E̸͞Y̧ ̵̸̶B̢͜E͡҉̀ Q̡͑̃ͮ̀Uͮ́́Iͭ̀ͫ̂̏ͭ̚Eͥ̐́͡͝Ţ̿͑
EB: quiet qui͝e͜t he̛re ̢i͝n ̀th̵e̢ ͞dar̷k̡, it̡ ͘s̴ure ͢is a̧wf͜ully̸ qui͘e͘t m̨ośt̡ ̧o̷f ̢the̡ t̡ime.͟
EB: it's just me and my friends here now, and i think it's
EB: really
EB: hurts
EB: I M̔̋̽͐͏̸Ę̃̌́̏͢͜ȦͮͦN̑͌͒͌̊̓ͯ̏ͭ҉͘
EB: it's fun! oodles of fun. barrels of fun. you guys are oh so t͘ot͢al̕ly͡ ̸j̡e̛a͠l͠o̷u͘s o̧f̀ ̢t̕he͡se fưc̶kin͢g̸ mega̷ton̴ ̧level͏s̨ òf͢ pain
EB: F̴̘̼̬̱͚̯͕̘̗͈̭́Ư̴̷̴̜̘͖̳̝̱̖̤̳̫̗͚̩̥̻͜N̸̢̼͉͖̙̬͘͘ͅ
EB: we are having.
EB: so great.
EB: i
EB: help me͔͎̤͍̯̪͙̫̠̻̠̙͚͍͓̲̹̰
[lack of courier is due to the nature of glitched-up text, sorry!]
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1 TH1NK W3 UND3RST4ND 34CH OTH3R
F4R3W3LL TH3N, JOHN
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EB: b̛e c̀areful, ̨t͠e̴r͜e̴źi!͡
EB: it̴'̧s͝ ͘pre͏tt͏y͢ ͜d͚̠̘a̴n̠̲͔͈̞̬̩g̣̣̠̠͙͓̟e̯̬̳͕r͈̺̻̙̥̜̞o̘u͏͕̪s͚͚̙̺̺ͅ o͝u̕t̀ t͡here̷.
EB: i wouldn't want you to get h̵̨̝̥͇u͙͍̞̲̖̝͕̼ͅr̭͔͙̭t̬̤̫̳͇͝͞ͅ!̢̻̥͓͜
EB: heheh͡
EB: e̷̢̝̪̻̖̲͈͖̝̣͘͝h͟͞҉͉̳͈͈̮̤͍͉̦̹̠͇͈̥͎e̵̵̡̛͍̠̳͖͈̦̬̟̺̫̫̫̞͢h̛̥̗̲̫ę̨̺̟̲͖̟̗͕̜̼̳̼͉̱͘h͟҉̡̰̯̦̪̼̰͖̤̜̳̼̳̝̩̥̖̳͡e̴̢̖͔̱̼̟͔̪̻͈̜̹̘̙̻̩͢h̢҉҉̨̘̩͕͈̰̠̙͔̪̻̹͉͉̪͎ͅe̷̫͎͓̤͙͓̹͔͈͢ͅḫ̶̣̻͔͎̗̭̗͇̝́͞e̶͝͠͏̛͕̙̯̦͇͍͈ͅͅ.̷̫͓̤̹͍̖̦ͅ
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[Really, what else can she say? She can just smell that he's tripped over a line he should never have been anywhere near. She's torn between wishing justice on him and just hoping he'll be happy. She's leaning toward the latter, despite what she's sure now he's done, and it's disturbing her a little.]