trente huit: anger arrives.

[453gof_flesh]

I miss

I ought to

Fuck, I hate her. I hate her.

Someone ought to die for this.

I am sick of.

[Private to Donny - audio]

I don't think I can live like this, Donny.

I shouldn't be this weak and pathetic. I can barely defend myself like this, I can barely do anythingI want. I want this to go away. And all I have the empty promise of some magic

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[actuallyagolem]

[Welp, that was a cry for help. Donny decided right off the bat that he and Clapet needed a little talk, so he locked the door to his cabin and went off to visit his poor, depressed inmate, listening to the post with his communicator to his ear once along the way.

He pocketed the device and knocked on the door loudly.]

Clapet, it's me. Can I come in?

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[453gof_flesh]

[At that, Clapet had to pull himself out of his slightly frustrated corner to unlock the door. The only person he really did want to talk to today was Donny, and he had to unlock the door. Because there was no way he was leaving it unlocked. So, eventually, after much shuffling and swearing, he unlocks it and lets Donny in,]

I said everything there was to say, Donny.

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[actuallyagolem]

[Donny knew enough to be patient while Clapet struggled to actually get to the door and unlock it, figuring the guy was operating at less than half of his normal speed. He leaned against the threshold with his arms crossed, heading on in with a casual shrug when Clapet finally appeared.]

You can't stop me from replying, yaknow. You speaking to me first implies theah's gonna be a fuckin' conversation between us.

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[453gof_flesh]

[Clapet rolled himself back to a point where he could look up at Donny and frown,]

I just wanted someone to say that to, Sergent.