FOR FOREVER | o, finishing fence
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[align=center][div style="border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.1;font-size:8.5pt;"]The fence actually getting done isn't really that worrisome of a problem, to Benjamin. What's worried him is Peter's damned health, because he's his boyfriend, and honestly he's just worried about him dying or some stupid shit, not the task he's been assigned that had taken an ungodly amount of time to finish. It's not really his fault that it had taken so long—it had been quite the big task, honestly, and with sickness, the leading, Jasyn... Well, all that had just made it longer. It's done now, though, as Peter groans from his place slumped against his finished masterpiece. Benjamin doesn't exactly get the memo, though. He's actually not even aware of Peter's existence out here. He's just walking along, minding his own business, cane tucked under his arm as he fiddles with the string, which he's somehow knotted by some strange circumstance. It's really annoying not to be able to hang the damned thing on his belt when he's not using it, so he's working at it, trying to get it untangled as he grumbles to himself quietly. He's traveled this path many times—it's the one to a little ways out into the forest, so he knows he's not going to bump into anything while he goes and gathers some firewood. That is why he's not paying attention. However, there's something he's failed to realize—Peter's done with the fence, and it not looms in his path like some evil blockade—an evil blockade that Benjamin quickly slams his foot into. "FUCK—" comes a very... Graceful shout from Benjamin's mouth, and then he crumples over the top of the fence, defeated. His toe hurts. He must have stubbed it. Angrily, he pats the object in front of him—what the fuck is this? Where did this come from? It's some kind of fence, he realizes, and then he remembers. Peter. Well. "...What a nice, great, amazing fence," he comments to the air, because someone probably heard him yell fuck at the top of his lungs. "Peter is so talented. It's so sturdy. Can withstand a kick, too, because I definitely meant to do that. Haha. Yeah."


[align=center][div style="font-size:14.1pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:arial black;padding:8px"]「 YOU'RE JUST THE LAST OF THE REAL ONES 」[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-bottom:5px"][align=center]BENJAMIN THOMAS FLETCHER | ½ SILVERSTARS | ACE OF FLINTLOCK LODGE | INFORMATION
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FOR FOREVER | o, finishing fence - by PETER M. - 03-10-2018, 04:47 AM
Re: FOR FOREVER | o, finishing fence - by EMMOR - 03-10-2018, 05:05 AM
Re: FOR FOREVER | o, finishing fence - by EMMOR - 03-10-2018, 06:05 PM
Re: FOR FOREVER | o, finishing fence - by BENJAMIN - 03-13-2018, 05:28 PM



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