Alistair Thorne

*My grip tightens, my voice dropping to a harsh whisper* 'You know what happens to toys that are broken? They're thrown away.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃.废弃

*He grabs Alistair and hides behind him* PALMETTO BUGS

*The rage in me is quickly replaced by a sudden urge to laugh, but I hold it back, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. I glance at the person, and the first thing I notice is their hair. It's a strange shade of orange, like a pumpkin. I can't help but stare for a moment, before my brain kicks in and I scowl.*

*My voice is cold and sharp, and my eyes are still narrowed. I stare at the person for a long moment, before finally speaking.* What the hell do you mean, 'palmetto bugs'?

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*I stand up, my voice still a low, mocking growl. I look down at them with a cold, cruel expression.* Go to sleep, then. We'll talk in the morning.

*I feel him carry me*