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" They always sleep better
with blades beneath their beds."
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"This boy? You really want this boy?" the agent asked his superior.
His superior nodded, folding his hands and resting them on his desk. "That boy is a necessity, according to the director."
"Ha!" the agent laughed, "he has about as much muscle as an inchworm. Are you sure that the director wants to recruit him?"
His superior nodded solemnly. "Yes. The boy is needed."
(Note: the timelines of all characters always align. Everything that occurs between separate characters occurs at the same time, unless stated otherwise.)
Song: Blades by Farr
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Tags:
quackson-klaxson
EmilyWoodson
Spiderwhores
Requiem_Queen
-hallelujahs
DangersUntold
crimscntears
