twenty two | vitamin D & calcium & razor blades

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726 Anderson Lane; Saturday morning
[Every morning, a row of fresh milk bottles greets the first resident to step foot out onto the front porch of 726 Anderson Lane. Today, the foot belongs to Slugger. After witnessing firsthand what sort of punishment awaited those who didn't go along with the Milkman's latest folly, he's decided that straight-up

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[hintcoinplz]

[While Luke's minor injuries are starting to slowly heal - his head stopped throbbing and luckily he didn't have to spend the week tied up in a basement - the wound in his arm still wasn't healing and he was having trouble moving it.

So while searching for pain medicine, Luke finds Slugger.]

S-Slugger?! What are you doing?!

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[At the sound of Luke's voice, Slugger peers over his shoulder.]

Drinking the milk for today.

[His voice is harsh as he speaks but he's surprisingly still capable of speech and without blood gushing from his mouth.]

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Drinking the milk...why?! You'll get killed!

[He doesn't know drinking milk stops drones from killing, as he's been out of it the last few days.]

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Someone has to or else one of us gets droned.

[He faces forward again and takes a dry swallow. There's one razor blade back there that just doesn't want to go down.]

Today's my turn to drink.

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[hungry_monster]

[Walking over.]

Enjoying the milk?

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[In response, Slugger purses his lips then leans over and drops a razor blade from his mouth. Guess which milk he got.]

[hungry_monster]

[Johan nods. Moving his collar to the side you can see a series of welts.]

Mine had spiders in it.

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[Spotting the familiar bites, he acknowledges them with a nod.]

Did you get droned?

[birthclod]

[... Ah. It's him, isn't it?

Even while being droned, Clod remembered Slugger and his words to her. She didn't expect she would be droned... not after drinking the milk anyway.

She walks over to Slugger, but along the way, she notices that he's spitting out razor blades.]

... The milkman. He enjoys hiding all of these... surprises inside his milk.

Sometimes, he doesn't put anything into them.

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[Slugger looks up in time after spitting out one more razor blade to spot Clod approaching. Finally, they meet as themselves and not as drones.]

Nothing new. He's always done that.

[birthclod]

[Clod gives a noticeable grimace. The experiences with the special milk and the droning both left a bad taste in the girl's mouth. She never accomplished murdering anybody with her own hands before. Even when she spread madness into her world, none of that was accomplished directly.

No, she's human too. The guilt can only be nothing short of unbearable.]

Sadistic cad.

... Hm. You seem to be taking the pain surprisingly well. I... remembered how you couldn't bleed that time.

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[The milkman's sadism wouldn't bother Slugger in the least if it didn't directly effect him or the small group of people he's learned to care about. He meets her eyes at the mention of 'that time'.]

I don't, normally.

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[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart just wanted to check out that freaky bat kid after the wasp fiasco but HOLY SHIT that was messed up. Mart is awkwardly attempting to watch inconspicuously from across the street.]

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[From the looks of it, he seems too focused on trying to guzzle down a few big gulps as quickly as possible without choking, to notice anyone watching.]

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart's gonna step in closer attempting to be all stealthy like....]

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[Slugger coughs and pounds on his chest with a fist. Eventually, whatever it is that's caught seems to dislodge itself and he lets out a breath. That's when he sees movement and a glimpse of a familiar silver-blue head.

Smirking, he looks at Mart and wiggles his fingers in a wave.]

[puzzlerprince]

...was that a razor blade?

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[Almost done. Almost. He finishes the gulp he just took moments ago and is trying not to cough.]

Need a shave?

[puzzlerprince]

Cute.

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[He's been saving that sarcasm just for you, Edward. Somewhat inconspicuously, he'll pick a razor blade off his tongue. How about that for cute?]

What do we do about Luke?