sometimes I make fun of people.

[slapstick]

Pheonix Dark hopped on his grim motorcycle, two cigarettes sticking out of the corner of his mouth. He swallowed them both, relishing the burn as they made their way down his throat. Zipping up his leather jacket, flaming skull blazing on the back, and cracking his knuckles, tattooed with 'Hate' and 'Kill' across their surface, he screeched into

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[birdcages]

He's a good guy, that Dark. Except that time he punched me in the neck. Asshole.