Mosley K.

Attack Dog To @Eliasbouchard_. I Do Archival Work Sometimes.

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[ KESTREL, MOSLEY ]

CONTINUE? [ Y / N ]

[ ENTER ]

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I’m so fucking hungry I’m going to burglarize a butcher store in the next 24 hours

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@mrbouchard_ Suck My Dick

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My head hurts.

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@mrbouchard_ Mosley stalked off, steps silent. “Get some rest, Mr. Bouchard.” They spoke softly as they closed the door.

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@mrbouchard_ “I got my fill, for now.” Mosley declined, putting their hands on their knees to stand.

They look around. “All good?”

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@mrbouchard_ Mosley averted their eyes. “I was hungry. It’s hard to get a good meal in when I’m stuck in the archives.”

They bit the inside of their cheek, nails digging into the backs of their palms.

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@mrbouchard_ “Which one? With the puppet controlling his body? It provoked me and I took a few chunks out of it. Disgusting. They don’t even taste good.” Mosley rolled their eyes, leaning back on their haunches to admire their work.

They fiddled with their fingers, pulling the skin on them.

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@mrbouchard_ Despite this, it was beginning to take a greater toll to leave the archives at all, and they couldn’t wear their ring at work.

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@mrbouchard_ Mosley’s nose twitched again, eye’s skirting across their handiwork. “You need to take better care of this body. I cannot always drop everything to fix you.”

This was a lie. Mosley had nothing better to do, actually. +

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@mrbouchard_ Mosley scrunched their nose. “Please put the cap on that bottle.” They spoke while working, eyes never leaving the marred skin.

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@mrbouchard_ Mosley reaches up, undoing the shoddy bandaging job. They took their time, focusing all their energy into their hands to slowly mold the skin together.

As they went, they removed any debris around the wound, occasionally cleaning the skin with a disinfecting wipe.

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@mrbouchard_ Mosley sighed, walking around the desk to kneel at his side. “Come on, let me fix it.” They looked up at his bandaged side, hidden beneath his coat.

“You really shouldn’t use rubbing alcohol. It kills the collagen in your skin, among other deficits.” Mosley supplies simply.

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@mrbouchard_ a small, tentative step towards him, hands already outstretched, twitching in the air.

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@mrbouchard_ Mosley tiptoed in, quiet as ever. They looked Elias up and down, before closing the door behind them. They wasted no time.

“You’re hurt.” Mosley said plainly. They had felt it, almost instinctual to their senses. Their nose twitched. “Did you use rubbing alcohol?”

Mosley took +

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@mrbouchard_ . . . Noted.

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@mrbouchard_ Thank you so so much, sir. I promise I’ll keep everything in perfect shale:

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@mrbouchard_ Might I have a day off in August? The 22nd, to be exact. Only, it’s me and Grey’s birthday. I promise I wont let the archives fall into disarray. They get quite sad when I’m gone..

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@mrbouchard_ Either way, it is good to see you getting involved with the archival team. Albeit, I do have a small inquiry if I may speak plainly?

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@timstokerr . . . Again.

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@timstokerr I will gut you.