That's great, but shut the fuck up, Axel. You never do any work, because apparently you're fucking crippled. You're a cripple. That is what I am assuming here. That would be the only excuse you'd have to go off, skipping meetings constantly, doing all that retarded shit you do with Roxas, just like every other day, and coming back and pretending all that noise was just you and him trying to fucking work a butterchurn or an ice cream maker. You'd have to have both your legs broken, shattered into a million screaming pieces, to even beging to excuse your bullshit.
Also, I swear to god, if I find another stain on my table, I'm beating you to death with your own genitals.
Second Axel. Do me a favor and quit while you're ahead by not saying a goddamn word. I'd ask you to get me some fucking tylenol, but I'm pretty sure you'd fuck that up too, disappear for three hours, come back asking if you'd missed anything, and then sitting down to stuff your god be damned bulimic gullet full of buttered lobster stuffed with shrimp, to only throw it up three hours later because you think Roxas would think you're fat.
Saix, you're an important part of this organization, but if you keep on with this fucking vore diet of yours - I won't kill you. No. I will put you on the fast track of forcibly watching a 24 hour long game of solitaire, slowed down to 1/64th speed. The only audio will be Benny Hill.
Hn. That sounds a bit unpleasant. Perhaps instead, the next time he is caught doing whatever it is he does with Axel in the meeting room, I can be the one to dole out the punishment?
Everyone's retarded and gay and stopped caring about the whole 'We don't have hearts' business. Are you suddenly an exception to this, Marluxia, or do you just have a new, different bandwagon that you've jumped on, one that sells cum encrusted pretzels and plays shitty power ballads when the engine is on?
You're an idiot who's getting fucked by an ephebophile, breaking several organization codes at once, never mind the fact we still don't have our hearts back. You're suddenly getting married to a man who awkwardly fucks you in the fucking billiards room because both of you have some sort of vague friendship, and you don't know what to do with yourselves except jump to the most extreme, fucked up, and irrational conclusion.
So the only new thing is that Saix is trying to eat you.
I'm aware of that, yes. A few of them are also claiming they've regained their hearts but conveniently haven't reverted to their former selves... It's a little like icing on the proverbial insanity cake.
That said, I don't think scolding them will do much good. Their behavior might be linked to some sort of virus or parasite.
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Also, I swear to god, if I find another stain on my table, I'm beating you to death with your own genitals.
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Also, Axel and I are getting married.
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So the only new thing is that Saix is trying to eat you.
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That said, I don't think scolding them will do much good. Their behavior might be linked to some sort of virus or parasite.
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Keep that up.
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Good lord. How many headaches will I have to endure tonight, and how long will it be before a blood vessel pops and ends it all.
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