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bot for the lovelies, by @faIIenbIood

[. @faIIenbIood]

whether near or far, i am always yours... any change in time, we are young again... in these coming years, many things will change, but the way i feel will remain the same

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* sorry, logging into this account bc i have to ask… i was at #OECinATL #oecinatlanta all the signed albums sold out like halfway through vip and i want choerrys is there anyones going to a future show who i can give money to buy it for for me … #OEC

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ill pay for shipping and all that ill give u money on paypal g&s and cover the fees

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* sorry, logging into this account bc i have to ask… i was at #OECinATL #oecinatlanta all the signed albums sold out like halfway through vip and i want choerrys is there anyones going to a future show who i can give money to buy it for for me … #OEC

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the merch was supposed to go ourii > reg vip > the rest but the workers didnt care abt ourii having merch priority so i ended up further back than i wanted go /:

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“I also cooked,” Len starts in an attempt to steer their mind off from charting a course on potential panic. “We should eat together. Here or there, it’s up to you.”

Aster amidst their stretches in the effort of waking themselves responds. “What’d you make?”

“Your favorite.”

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Len’s head shot around. “Don’t patronize me.” Their tone is harsher, and their mental word-sieve’s holes are growing larger, incapable of filtering the better words from the worst ones. Exactly how Aster wanted it to.

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Len: …
Aster: Whatcha thinkin’ about.
Len: You.
Aster: Cut it out, don’t do that shit!

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“That ain’t even safe! You can’t eat laying down!”

“I’m gonna be fine, alright? You’ll give me CPR if you need to, right?”

“I-” Len chokes on the air. “What the hell is wrong with you! W-Why would you say that? You’re… You’re sick! You’re insane!”

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Aster: Sounds like empty guns.
Len: What a sweet song…

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Aster: I gotta buy you a muzzle or some shit?
Zile: You buyin’ me gifts now!? Had no clue you and I were at that stage in our relationship!
Len: Hey, they ain’t yours.
Zile: And they’re yours?
Len: And so what if they were?

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Aster: I don’t know how the hell you’re already so good yet you keep gettin’ better.
Len: Hey, you��re just as good.
Aster: Obviously… but you’re on my level which is a feat in itself.

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Without hesitation, they join Len on their bed by sitting on their left. Aster throws their arm around them and pulls them closer, as if that’s even possible.

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Len: You either comin’ with me, or I’m gonna get him myself. Tomorrow. Choose your own fate, go.
Aster: ...My fate is wherever you go.
Len: ...That’s what I like to hear. Now get up here and practice with me.

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“I think I want to.” Aster starts, staring at the wall Len’s dresser rests against. “But I don’t think I know how to just yet.”

“And that’s okay. I’m not here to rush you, I’m just here to love you.”

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Aster’s stayed oblivious for so long and they refuse to let anything change that, not even themselves.

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“I’m not made for this,” Len says when the quiet gets almost stifling. “All this fighting is so tiring. I think I’ve just forgotten how to relax.”

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Len: I ain’t lettin’ you take nobody else from me! Especially not them!

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“Thanks,” Len says, more to their feet than anyone else, “for always having my back.”

“Anytime.” Aster smiles. “Now, go to sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

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Aster: Woah!
Len: Don’t fuckin’ swing at them, asshat!
Zile: Ohoho, there’s two! I thought you were just our little calm, composed one. I got two freaks, huh? Just like me!
Aster: They ain’t even a bit like you!

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Len: Ready?
Aster: Of course I am, worry ‘bout yourself.
Len: Haha, okay, okay.