𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚.

ㅤㅤ liquidator.

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

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ㅤ𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐭.
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[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

@dalIencie — 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵. that's what i've heard.”

which contract, i can't tell. but i risk myself telling him the details right at this moment.

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

@dalIencie — high values, and of course you don't want someone rob you that way.”

though, selling short is usual, especially when comes to secretive agencies like my employer.

speaking of which, “and this one is... far from clean. selling short while also 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 —

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

— by what means i don't know.

i leaned closer, “perhaps you want to call up your israeli friends, klaus.”

@dalIencie

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

— in each passing second.

“it is indeed an amoral beast; amoral because it responds to whoever seeks the biggest return on investment.”

and i have to somehow warp it.

“anyway,” let's cut to the chase, “i am here to let you know that someone is attempting to short sell. —

[2D RP AU @2DRP_AU]

2DAU!

❝ Allow me to indulge my curiosity, stranger. Have you ever done something unforgiveable that you feel lack of regrets for? ❞ ── just a way to start a conversation. Feel free to reply in ENG/INA or simply repost. This is just my excuse to look for more friends ; W-OC.

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

leitz. the closeness would be very close, as close as mossad's lips on trump's ear.

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

@2DRP_AU “have you ever thought about the burdens that anchored your life to the sins of the market?”

how should i put it?

the free market brings life, yet also death. right hand that feeds, left hand that kills.

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

@monarchine — softens, “and the twilight is ours to explore, no longer a hollow escapade.”

my hands outreached the gloom, closer to you, with a glass of water.

“there are miles to cover ahead, but, time had given us a chance to enjoy its golden horizon.”

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

“welcome back!”

[𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡 , @monarchine]

“selamat malam?”

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

@monarchine — ensued, as i recede to my shadows just to serve two glasses of water; poured from a clear jug.

i found them interesting: two glasses, fill to quench thirst; perhaps this is how our darkness fills the void.

perhaps.

and about his solace.

“our solace, kaelith,” my smile —

[2D RP AU @2DRP_AU]

2DAU!

Greetings, we're back here to seek new peers around. Would you mind to leave any bait, IC or keywords below to start any interaction? Or a repost to be mutual is appreciated too. See you soon.

( W-OC )

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

@monarchine leitz. ah... gapapa gapapa, aku juga kadang diluar nuril juga 🥲

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

leitz. hollow aku... izinn save meme ini 😭

[𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡 , @monarchine]

/ day one as peserta event :

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

@monarchine — and for our thirst?

“even better, i have two,” for us to chug. i began to pull slightly back. “should i add the golden hour of sunset in the mix as well?”

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

@monarchine mind if this thumb linger longer, perhaps for a sliver of a moment? it is there to let yourself know…

…that there are two weary travelers. perhaps when the world is at war—absent to its dwellers—our wanderlust aches.

longing fuels it, and your voice satiate my cravings. —

[𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡 , @monarchine]

/ ada untungnya juga ni auto translate.

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

@monarchine “it is.”

a ponderous word indeed; perhaps for our kind only. those who longed the truest meaning of home, of warmth.

of peace.

“hey,” my thumb wandered on your skin below your lower lips; soft, shaven. “would you like something to drink first?”

[𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚. @vidalocha]

@monarchine i smirked to his rasp; it is what we need the most right? a dopamine kick.

“you are home, tesoro mio,” brush of thumb stopped at his ear, tucking his hair as i pull closer; arms on his shoulder blade.

“you are home,” my breath hitched.