YOUNG BLOOD —★ private
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(( I finally made it u frick [member=8711]MAGELLANâ„¢[/member] ))

Lord knows how many dumbasses Brendan—no, Phoenix—has to deal with every single fucking night just because he puts on a red onesie and a mask. Honestly, if he had known that being a superhero means helping old ladies cross the street and driving drunk people home, well...he wouldn’t be wearing the suit now, would he?

too fucking bad, is what his mind thinks every single time someone asks him for help other something beyond stupid; finding a lost thong or some shit like that really isn’t a fun thing to put on his agenda.

And yet, he helps them any-fucking-way, because he’d rather do something a little entertaining than sit in his room all day doing homework. Which...

oh, for fuck’s sake.

With his back dramatically slouching against a brick wall, Phoenix growls to himself as the vivid memory of Mr. Science teacher’s homework assignment comes into mind.

goddammit.

Well, here goes to another f in the grade book, huh?

fucking brilliant.

But alas, his silent fit is promptly cut off by the sounds of something—someone in trouble?

(( this is such a shitty start but it’s here ))
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