>You hate him. You missed him so much, but you hate him. Loathe him. You can’t stand that the one thing that you’ve always wanted will hinder you from being successful. All you’ve ever wanted was a chance at adventure, a chance to be better than you are. You don’t want to give up the profession you’ve decided on, but… He might be right.
>Fuck York. Fuck York for coming back, fuck York for telling you that you can’t direct yourself, fuck York for treating you like a wriggler like everyone else does, and most of all, fuck York for making you feel all these things that you never wanted to feel.
brother you dont know the half of !t
oh very funny
!t’s the usual, man, ! battled. !t was a b!g motherfucker too
b!tch got me when ! was slow!n, and now my arm’s broke, the throat th!ng !s from a d!fferent !ssue
You’re certainlY hardY, Elliot.
MaYbe now You can sing along to the music You make with that banjo, eh Elliot?
ah, the broke arm k!nda puts a damper on that plan
but !m st!ll gonna s!ng, fuck r!ght
even though ! sound l!ke a goddamn crow now
How did that happen? Have a nastY run in with the face-slapping trees? ╰è‿é╯
Zach, it’s time to plaY “Who Hates Post-HolidaY Crime More.”
Above are my two cats, Ratakk on the left and Tar-tar on the right. Tar-tar is my older cat, about even years old, and I rescued him from an animal shelter as a kitten. Ratakk is about two or three, I found him roaming the streets last November. He was starving because of a medical condition he has called Stomatitis.
This condition rots his teeth and can cause gum infection. We’ve tried giving him medication to control the condition, but it hasn’t worked. He has to have all of his teeth pulled in order to “cure” it. He’s already had half pulled, but that alone was almost $800.
Tar-tar, on the other hand, got into a fight with a neighbor cat and had one of his teeth broken in half. The lower part of his tooth is still embedded in his gum and the nerve is exposed. The vet says it isn’t very serious or pressing, but lately he’s been having trouble eating and is showing signs of being in pain.
When my dog needed surgery I was able to raise a decent amount of money, so I’ve updated my commissions in the hopes of raising money for them too! Even if you can’t afford anything, please signal boost!
Commission info under the cut!
>Send him a gift.
What arrives juuuust inside York’s door is two delicately wrapped presents, both in the finest emerald paper you could find. The top most package has a note attached, stating in the most firm but elegant handwriting: Open Me First. Contained in this box is the most godawful dress you could create, as part of your deal with his boss. The second is an actual gift, a handmade, jade colored suit. It doesn’t look nearly as good as the ones he wore, but for your first attempt at making one, you’d like to think it looked pretty damn good.
There is also a bag of nuts attached. His little Demon Squirrel Thing like those, right?
>AY YORK THERE’S A PACKAGE ON YO DOORSTEP OK
>It’s…pretty messily wrapped up but YOU TRIED OK he shouldn’t judge you even though he totally will.
>Inside is an assortment of the galaxy’s finest coffee sorts. Like, there’s so much fine-quality coffee from ALL AROUND THE UNIVERSE. You doubt even he, as an IBI agent, has traveled as much as you have, considering it’s your job to piss off every single highblood in the world and highbloods move around a lot.
>Added to it is a letter. It’s typed out, to preserve your dignity and York’s eyeballs, although it still has some typos, and here’s how it goes:
happy perigees! ://) i hope ye had a great time spendin’ th’ hollidays -although i doubt ye did unless ye wwere on a case, haha - an’ i wwish ye th’ best in the next swweep!
(the assholes at this post office don’t havve a transportalizer, an’ there’s an entire squad o’ legislacerators at my heels, so i don’t really havve the time to look fer one, but they assure me it’ll reach ye in a day or twwo, howwevver i’m goin’ to assume it didn’t reach ye untill it wwas wway too late - so sorry, in advvance!)