thƏ lƏprƏchªůns gƏt ª littlƏ qůirky ªt light.
yƏªh somƏ rƏprobªtƏ sůbmittƏd to chittr ªnonymoůs thªt thƏy wªntƏd to brƏªk ª bƏd ůsing mƏ. whªt? cringƏ. hůmªn slƏƏp slªbs sůck.
Arrangements for cueball murder, largely. Not your employer, mind you. Not that you’d have much ability to stop me if it was.
i jůst work for hªndmªid rƏªlly. yoů'rƏ oůt hƏrƏ killing fªtªl frªmƏ, right? whªt ª lookƏr. ªs in. look thƏ othƏr wªy. hªtƏ thosƏ sphƏrƏs.
Yes, precisely. No reason to be coy about it when she either already knows or would know soon.
pshªw. cůƏs cªn't sƏƏ shit i sªy. normªlly. #mªgƏofvoid cƏrtifiƏd.
Wait so helpful quirk advice translates to wanting to pin you down and slam you against a fragile pseudo-table of cheap wo~od, metal, and cushioning, until it snaps in twain? I mean, I do, but that has nothing to do with your quirk, I just think it'd be fun~ny. #nsfw
hªhª. ªcting likƏ yoů didn't prƏtƏnd to bƏnd mƏ ovƏr in my own commƏnt sƏction ªll yoů likƏ bªbƏs.