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 𝒜lone, yes—but not for long.
 The front door didn't offer much resistance; the key she'd given him made sure of that. It swung inward, revealing that tall statue of a man. Aforementioned key swinging from his index finger, lips curled into a smirk.
 ❝Started without me—? Impatient, as always...❞

 I'm so restless these days.

 It's a strange change change of pace, getting to relax. Just need an outlet for all this extra... energy. 💧

“𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 is not something I ever gave much thought.
 If it were up to me, it still wouldn't be. But I've got a 𝑗𝑜𝑏 to do.
  And, you know... I think you can 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑.”

— at the end of his story, seeking to write 𝐧𝐞𝐰 ones.
— #nsfwrp, #lewdrp.