Islands and Chains

[Silver]

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The hand with the cigarette moved towards the files, finger pulling one of them at random. An
image of Heinrich, younger, appeared. Marked with the MND stamp on the corner. Raising an eyebrow, the notion moved her ideas forward.

"Yes. I want to know since I'm going to butt fuck'em into the next century. As for Chuck, he ain't feeling so good after it. Sh** happens."

She took the cigarette to her mouth and her other hand grabbed the whisky glass. Single Malt, Dublin stamped. Sirius has many gifts and this was just one she remembered fondly. Pointing with her index finger at the man, she continued.

"Still gonna need that blood, bub. 'Cause nothin' leaves a trail like that. And all things considered here, I'm pretty sure you have it. Call it superstition, call it old fashioned, but I need me some blood to get me going."

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop