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a dazzling meal
WHO: Audrey II and Dazzler
WHERE: In a random alleyway or something.
WHEN: Sometime, like, today. 1/25.
WARNINGS: SO MUCH BLOOD AND GUTS AND EATING AND DEATH AND AAAAA yeah.Also singing maybe? nope no singing I lied. But mostly guts. You can count on the blood.
SUMMARY: The warning is pretty much the summary. Twoey and Dazzler meet up again. Twoey wants to eat the bimbo that keeps getting away, and OMNOMNOMing occurs.
FORMAT: Quicklog
[Twoey was famished. He hadn't had a proper meal in days, and try as he might he didn't find himself filling up on any of the lame-ass human food. Not even raw animal meat could satiate the hunger that was overwhelming his senses.
Shit like this was easier when he had Seymour at his beck and call, and where the fuck was Lust? Or Tank for that matter.
Aw hell, he was so fucking hungry. It was hard controlling the sharpness of his teeth at this point. Hands in his pockets, he shuffled along the street, eyeballing each and every person that passed by him.
Gotta pick one of 'em to eat.]
WHERE: In a random alleyway or something.
WHEN: Sometime, like, today. 1/25.
WARNINGS: SO MUCH BLOOD AND GUTS AND EATING AND DEATH AND AAAAA yeah.
SUMMARY: The warning is pretty much the summary. Twoey and Dazzler meet up again. Twoey wants to eat the bimbo that keeps getting away, and OMNOMNOMing occurs.
FORMAT: Quicklog
[Twoey was famished. He hadn't had a proper meal in days, and try as he might he didn't find himself filling up on any of the lame-ass human food. Not even raw animal meat could satiate the hunger that was overwhelming his senses.
Shit like this was easier when he had Seymour at his beck and call, and where the fuck was Lust? Or Tank for that matter.
Aw hell, he was so fucking hungry. It was hard controlling the sharpness of his teeth at this point. Hands in his pockets, he shuffled along the street, eyeballing each and every person that passed by him.
Gotta pick one of 'em to eat.]