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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 5:57 pm

AND HANG UP ALL THE STARS THAT YOU FIND

│CREATED BY LYRCA
│· Saxon City.
│· Subway station a few blocks from Lester's home.
│· Closed Thread.
│· Lester Knox & Mallory Kim.
│· Lyrics Credit.

Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 5:58 pm

BR4SH fawn

Lester Knox hadn’t spoken a word in two months now, and he wasn’t about to start. He felt the veins in his neck start to strain at the woman stood there in front of him. ”Uhh… Sir? Do you want to donate a dollar to feed children in poverty or not?” She asked again. Less didn’t. ******** the starving children. He wanted to buy his damned food and get the ******** out of there. Slowly, the alchemist shook his head no. But that didn’t answer her question since she put the ‘or not’ at the end. If he answered with a nod, it could mean yes I do or yes I would not like to. If he shook his head, it could mean no I don’t or no of course I do. His blood began to boil as she put her hand out and scanned the coupon through the machine.

Beep.

A dollar was added to his bill to go to ******** charity. ********. Less just stared at her feeling rather unamused with the cashier. See? This s**t was why he should have spent the extra 20 minutes riding to the grocery store with the self checkout lane. It was the only way to completely avoid all human interaction all together which Less was growing more fed up with by the day. One of his messengers kept texting Less calling him autistic claiming he had the same tendencies as someone with ASD. Social problems doesn’t mean you’re ******** in the head. It was one of those scenarios where he was so ridiculous that people couldn’t accept him for who he was without an explanation as to why. He’d been giving the kid less and less work, which resulted in more texts filling up his inbox. He probably wouldn’t message the kid again once he switched his phone number, which he did on a monthly basis through burner phones since he needed to be one hard ******** to find. Clients and messengers were likely to snitch and give up information if they were caught. The police never agreed with Lester's business. Less was an alchemist, he enchanted things, if someone used said enchantments immaturely, that wasn't his fault. It was as simple as that.

As he began to load up the grocery bags onto his arms, the man reached into his pocket taking out one of those small notepads he always kept on him. Slowly, he began to flip through it as the automatic doors parted way for him. The pages from the front, written on the right pages were phone numbers and small descriptions and tabs he kept on people. The pages from the back, written on the left pages were numbered spirits Less spoke to and tabs and descriptions he kept on them. He’d been working with spirits so long he learned how to keep a guard up so they couldn’t gain access to him when he wasn’t dreaming. In fact, it was a spirit who helped teach Less that all in the first place. The male didn’t believe in demons. He didn’t believe they were evil. Each spirit had their own morals and personalities, though some were manipulative as ******** towards the living. That was what Less needed to keep an eye out for when he was awake. When you slept your guard and ability to think logically was decimated. He needed to evaluate the spirits he interacted with after he was awake before he decided if they were safe to speak with or not for the long term. Less allowed them in his dreams, he didn't give any control back to the beings.

A line crossed through MESSENGER 014, light enough that he could still see the number, of course, but still enough so he understood what it meant. Then he wrote next to it: ANNOYING AS ********. CALLED ME AUTISTIC. And with that, he was slipping his notepad back into his pocket as he focused on carrying his bags back home. He made it two subway stations and walked up the stairs before he heard the rip. Bags broke. They collapsed everywhere. Are you kidding me? The male thought as he angrily began to gather the food closer to him, immediately organizing it on the ground. He couldn't fit it all in his arms and finish the new blocks back to his home. He'd also rather die instead of have to go back to that terrible shop with no self-checkout lanes. So instead he took out his phone.

RECIPIENT: MALLORY KIM

⁤⁩82ND & 28TH. IMMEDIATELY.

Less wouldn't need to say much more than that. People tended to listen to any odd requests he had without asking questions... Mainly since when they did ask questions, he never responded. Less wasn't interested in small-talk. He wasn't interested in making friends. He wasn't interested in getting to know people. The only thing he wanted from the world was for people to do as he says, then to be left alone.
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