Break Night

Chapter IV: It's So Easy
Roxas Fedorov

I walk out of the bathroom, my eyes wide as fuck but I don't really think I can even try to close them. I stumble a few paces and look back at the dark wood door, expecting what's-his-face to come running out or something but he doesn't. I don't even take time to wonder what's taking him so damn long. My face muscles feel tight, but they are slowly going numb, so I've got more important things to worry about. Besides, I'm sure he can handle himself.

To be completely honest, I don't know how much of what I have in my system, but I'm sure I can last a while longer. I mean, all I've had is the E this guy gave me, Axel or whatever and some free blow from Hayner. Then the blunt I smoked earlier with Naminé and Kairi and my tiny, little joint, so really I haven't had as much as I know I could. I straighten up; an odd sensation between my legs letting me know my asshole is pretty fucking mangled. I don't feel the pain yet, but I'm sure it'll hurt tomorrow or something. I swear his cock head butted my damn stomach.

In a terrible collision of whiskey, all warm and strong smelling mixed with perfume that smells an awful lot like Lilies in The Valley, I'm tumbling to the floor with Naminé right after me. I hear her cup hit the carpet with a thud and I thank God Hayner has soft, plushy floors because shattering glass fucking sucks. Naminé grins at me, her soft hair falling in my face and tickling my nose, making me want to sneeze all my mucus and coke residue on her face. "Hey cousin," she slurs and I shove her off me with a laugh. It felt like gravity was slowly fusing us together, like in some distance place we were a part of each other. I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, but I stand up, feeling a little dizzy only with my senses all wired and in high definition, like on Pay-Per-View. My eyes can't stop seeing all this crazy shit, and Naminé is still sitting on the floor, looking up at me. "You are so fucked," her calm voice is so damn trippy.

"No way, I feel fucking amazing," I smile brightly and extend my hand down towards her, I see her there and she looks like a little girl. I feel like I can't leave her sitting there all alone, in such a scary place. She grips my hand and lets me tug her up, then bends right back over to pick up her fallen, now empty, cup. She starts walking almost right away, making me envy her amazing drunken balance. I haven't had a drop…okay maybe that's a lie. I drank a bit (a lot) but I'm alright. I just can't really walk too straight. Not as straight as Naminé that's for damn sure.

"Did you meet Kairi's boy?" she casts a glance over my shoulder, and by the way her muscles are all pulled up I know she's smirking at me. I laugh, just a pure, clean laugh and flip my bangs off to the side. I feel like I'm in some fucking shampoo commercial or something. I decide I need to save my dignity and stop, biting my bottom lip and nodding, I can't stop biting it though. "Holy damn, you fucked him, you slut!" Naminé slaps me pretty hard on my bare arm, but it doesn't hurt. Not yet. Right now, it feels amazing. She laughs, but it's never loud with her. I wonder how she manages to stay so quiet no matter how intoxicated she gets.

"Fuck you, how are you so sure?" I glare at her, but I know my smile is selling me out like a fucking rat in the mafia. Naminé rolls her baby blues and starts leading me somewhere. I follow her, not really caring where the hell I'm going as long as it's somewhere in this party vicinity. I like the vibe Hayner's place always gets when there is this many people in it. Everyone just sweating together, drinking together, laughing together. It's amazing.

"You give me the same face every time you fuck someone. The little bashful hair flip and lip biting," I notice we've made our way into the kitchen, which isn't nearly as crowded as other places, like the fucking pool and Jacuzzi. Naminé waves at them, a man with a deathly pale hand waves back and I feel creeped out by him. Damn it, just when I said this party was great, I have to be dragged towards the freaks. I should make note to be careful with whom Naminé makes me spend my time around. I mean, she's crazy and I knew that from every family reunion. I can only imagine who she's gotten herself involved with in three years.

The closer we get, the weirder the group looks. I mean, aside from Mr. Fucking Corpse, the group has quite a few wack jobs. There are two that I have no clue what their gender is. I mean, it could be either/or here, is what I'm saying. One has slicked back blonde hair, with two thin strands standing higher than the rest and an XXXL shirt on a body that probably weighs 100 pounds. The other one has wavy pink hair, and a fucking belly top. Last but not least there is a fucking beast among the group, one standing at a good 7 feet and rivaling Arnold Schwarzenegger in build. I know that's a man, for fucking sure. "Naminé, what a pleasure," it's Mr. Corpse speaking, and I'm not any less creeped out than when I was a few feet away.

"Hello Vexen. Guys, I want you to meet my cousin, Roxas." Naminé smiles at me, like that's supposed to make me feel safe around these people. Her smile is even creepy. I look towards the group, hoping the new closeness will let me determine the other two's gender and it does. The one with the slick hair is a girl, introducing herself as Larxene and the other is a man, smiling at me and calling himself Marlushia, but telling me it's spelt with an x. Whatever, like I give a shit. The giant is Lexaeus or something and Mr. Corpse is Vexen. He's still Mr. Corpse to me, honestly.

"We were just about to hit the pipe, you in?" The girl, Larxene says shoving a hand in her pocket and pulling out a few baggies. I eye them as she tosses them onto the counter and I have an internal argument with myself. I look at the baggies, then at the pipe when Marluxia pulls it out. This isn't anything I've done before. I lick my bottom lip, tasting blood but I don't know where the taste is from. It could be my cheek or my lip. Before I can answer the girl, Naminé nods her head and laces her fingers with mine. Mr. Corpse leans over, and so does everyone else, including me and in a few seconds the meth is set in the bowl and the girl sparks it up. I stare at her hands because she's holding the lighter shakily as she inhales. I feel my heart pounding in my throat, because all my life I was told to avoid this. Naminé looks at me, a challenge in her eyes as if saying 'if you're scared, back down' but no way in hell am I going to let Naminé do this alone.

Too soon, the pipe is passed to me and I hold it, waiting for the lighter to come around and I finally get it. I look nervously over at Larxene and she's just staring at me intensely. There isn't any expression on her face and I wonder if it froze that way. "Ready?" Vexen says passing me the lighter and I nod my head, gripping it tightly before lighting up and taking a long hit. This shit is fucking bitter.

I don't know what happens next but the pipe is out of my hand and I'm leaning against the counter, watching the marble top as the coolness of it seeps into the tips of my fingers. I'm so heavy, and I think I'm going to throw up. I must be throwing up because I can feel it in my mouth, or maybe that's just smoke. I wait, expecting vomit to shoot out of my mouth but it doesn't, and instead my eyes dart off to the side not finding anything to look at. There is nothing for me to stare at; everything is moving too quickly, changing.

I feel nails digging into my skin and I look down to see Naminé's thin, manicured fingers drawing blood as she grits her teeth badly, smoke slowly slipping from her nose and parted lips. Her eyes are huge when she looks up at me quickly, the sting from where her nails are stays even after she retracts her claws and moves away from me. She's laughing quietly to herself but I don't see anything funny, instead everything is too bright. I push off the counter, which is a bad mistake. The air around me feels like thick jelly, or maybe I'm just moving too fast for time, so I'm caught somewhere in between. I shout, not sure why until Naminé runs past me and clings to Vexen, her fingers tangling in his hair and making him kiss her. I look away, partially because I don't want to get turned on by watching my cousin make out with some guy and because I've just noticed the silence in the house. "Why is it so quiet?"

"Axel Steel and his band of faggots are going to play now," ironically it's the one in the belly top who says this and I burst out laughing, pointing a finger at him but I can't get what I want to say out, I can't stop myself from laughing long enough to say words. I laugh harder when I keep thinking, because it's just so damn funny. How could he have the nerve? How could he? I haven't laughed this hard in my life.

"Faggots," is all I can squeeze out, or at least it's the only coherent thing I say before I turn and leave the kitchen completely on a whim. My legs aren't mine, in fact I'm sure at some point during the last few minutes they were switched and I'm walking away with something that doesn't belong to me. I stare down quickly ready to throw myself into a fit of panic, the room blurring for a few seconds until I focus on the tight material wrapped around my legs. I feel the way it constricts me, I can even feel the stitching. I laugh, because I'm wearing girl pants, and these are definitely my legs. "Faggot."

It's with stumbling, groping and the sound of guitars that I find my way to the basement, where Axel is standing along with his entire band, tuning Hayner's out-of-tune, never-used instruments. There are 4 of them standing out among everyone but my eyes can't focus long enough to see who they are. Looking back I notice that none of Vexen's friends followed me and it leaves me wondering if they dislike Axel's music.

Holy fucking God, I hope it's not the meth but I see the same silver haired guy I saw once in high school with Hayner. He was our dealer once upon a time; he was close to being my God because his fucking coke was the best. I stare with wide eyes, my hand squeezing something tightly and I realize it's someone's shoulder when they turn and stare at me. I let go, and with what I think is an apology, I smile at them or well it's not really a smile. I'm grinding my teeth way too hard to smile. She doesn't have a face, which stands out to me a lot and the longer I stare, the less details she has. I have to look away, because slowly she is becoming terrifying and I make my way closer, or at least as close as the bodies will let me get.

Music, when in life has it been so great? I mean, I've been listening to it since forever, but I've never heard such a beautiful song as the one the silver haired guy is playing out quickly on the guitar. I don't know what it is, it could be the scales for all I know but it just sounds so damn godly. Axel clears his throat and I stare over at him, somehow, someway he got a microphone. I spot Hayner standing off to the side, a girl on either side of him and I see that one is Olette. I want to wave crazily, but I'm distracted by Axel talking. "Hello and Good night everyone, it's Axel fucking S-t-double e- l speaking and I'm going to rock you out with one of my favorites, if y'all like this come check us out at The Red Label…" Did he just say the club I work at? Axel performs there? Holy fucking shit.

Whoa, a drum set…I hear a drum set…I didn't even know Hayner had one of those. I look around trying to locate the sound, and dear God almighty, there he is. The guy with the mullet, the one with the fucking weeed.

"It's so easy, easy when everybody's tryin' to please me, baby."

Axel's voice pounds through everyone and soon the crowd swings into motion, the silver haired guy jumping around crazily, like he has way too much energy to spare. Axel is running back and forth, throwing his arms up and thrusting his hips into the air. I watch their movement with hungry eyes, picturing all the things that movement could do to my body. I shiver and bite my lip, digging my teeth hard into the soft skin and enjoying the metallic taste as a few drops of blood find their way onto my tongue. I keep listening to him sing as I'm swept up by the current of dancing. I can't wait to hear this at work. The guitar goes insane, crying out and coating everyone with its amazing power and I start thrashing, a lot of people following my drift and soon enough it's chaos. Fists are being thrown and bodies are being tackled. I feel like I'm the only one who isn't hurting, so I keep throwing hits and feeling nothing come back. This is a big basement, and there is so much empty space during the day…I wonder just how much people are shoved in here punching and kicking.

"Ya get nothin' for nothin' if that's what you do. Turn around bitch I got a use for you, besides you ain't got nothin' better to do…and I'm bored…"

It's all over too quickly, the guitars are pulled out by someone knocking over the amps and the silver haired guy is jumping into the crowd, Axel running and tackling some guy straight to the ground. The drummer, who I can't really see whips his sticks into the crowd before ducking behind the set. A full on brawl starts, and there are so many fists and objects flying around I feel like I'm in the middle of World War fucking III. I run for cover, laughing crazily and I smack into someone, someone tall. I look up, seeing for the second time, that 7 foot beast that I thought I had left in the kitchen. He looks about ready to rip my head clean off my neck, until there is a flash of red, and the faint smell of sweat and Jack Daniels and I'm tugged away, pulled through the crowd and towards the out skirts of the action. I can distantly hear Hayner screaming at a few people and I know for sure the party is over. I blink the sweat from my eyes and stare towards the person who saved my fucking life. It's Axel and he's smiling down at me. God, those lips would probably feel so damn good all over my skin right now.

We're interrupted by a flying bar stool smashing against the wall almost nailing Axel in the head and he laughs loudly before ducking and grabbing my hand, pulling me up the stairs, a whole slew of people following us into the foyer. I hadn't noticed that more than half the party goers were crammed into the basement. Everyone is screaming and just stampeding out of Hayner's house, the door is thrown open and everyone seems to agree that it's time to bail. I look back, trying to see if I can spot Sora or maybe even Kairi but I don't see anyone. I let Axel drag me with him to wherever he's going. It's better than waiting around for the cops to show up, with my luck it'll be Cloud who's on duty and heaven forbid he sees me like this.

The feeling of puking takes over me and before I can warn Axel, the warm vomit is pouring out of my mouth and down the front of Kairi's clothes. The night air is cold, and the tears sting my eyes but I can't stop running long enough to bend over and heave into the grass. Finally I start choking, my oxygen supply getting cut off and I let go of Axel's hand and double over. I keep puking; it feels like it's never going to stop and I'm scared…so fucking terrified. I'm going to die, and the worst part is I'm completely alone. I'm going to puke till I pass out in it and drown. No one is going to save me. Dear God, why?

I hear a voice somewhere over me, uttering curses until a hot palm is pressed to my forehead and my hair is pushed back and away from my face. Could it be an angel, coming to guide me through my death? I wouldn't be surprised. A gentle hand caresses my back and slowly, the urge to spew my guts out subsides, my stomach finally settling as the last of it dribbles down my chin. I'm saved. I look up to see Axel through my burning, teary eyes. No one has ever actually taken care of me while I puked before and it's strangely touching. "Awww," I say, a few pitches too high and Axel just grins at me. I feel like kissing him, I think I'll do it.

"Not full of barf, you don't," Axel pushes me away and I feel hurt, tears materialize in my eyes before I even realize that I'm going to cry. Axel seems confused for a second until he shakes his head, gripping my hand and tugging me. I don't think I can handle more running as I wipe the barf off my face with the back of my free arm.

The end of Hayner's street appears and I laugh, tears still streaming down my face because I can't keep them from coming. Axel is just laughing too and I don't even think he knows why, while squeezing my hand. I'm not really seeing much of anything, my eyes darting around at 100 mph, not giving me time to get a clear image. I'm mostly going on sound and judging by the steady thump of Axel's boots, I wonder just how he can keep up such a steady jog. My eyes decide to stop moving enough to let me see a bus shelter, and pray to God that's where he's dragging me to. "I'll call a cab," Axel stops and lets me sit, my feet feel numb, almost like they aren't there and I have to stare at my boots just to make sure they are. I hear Axel talking and then it's quiet. Everything feels so choppy, almost like reality is a scratched CD and it's skipping important parts, or even missing just a few seconds. Anything that is enough to notice the gaps in time.

I can't wait to get to wherever we're going and get all this barf off of me. I toss my head back and close my eyes, praying that will keep me from actually enjoying the warm wetness on my chest. I can't really smell anything, so the strange sticky feeling is quite enjoyable. I know if I let myself think this, I'm going to regret it in the morning and feel like such a freak. That is, if I even remember half of this shit. I hear Axel grunt as he plops his ass down on the bench. Usually these wooden seats aren't comfortable, often times they are quite dangerous, considering no one wants a splinter in their ass but right now, they feel like luxury sofas. I could stay here forever, with my eyes shut and the night wind on my skin. If I trust on the TTC drivers, I might just sit here forever. They are never on schedule anyway, but wait...we're taking a cab.

"Roxas…wake up," I jump, ready to start fighting until I focus and realize it's Axel touching me. His hand sends flashes of heat and pleasure down my arm and I look up at him. He smiles, sniffling a few times before helping me to my feet and leading me over to a big yellow blob, which I'm guessing is the taxi. Strange, I always thought they looked different…I blink wondering just what happened because I wasn't asleep, I was just in deep thought, watching the backs of my eyelids and the patterns presented to me. I guess time went by quickly.

I want to ignore the way the cabbie looks at me, but I can't. I send him a nasty look and Axel just pushes me into the corner. "What?" I bark out, gripping the back of his seat and giving it a shake, ready to fight; in fact I'm itching for it. I'm so fucking…itchy. I feel it in my brain. The driver doesn't say anything; instead he lets Axel tell him the direction of wherever we're going and starts driving. Whatever, I didn't want to fight him either. I'm too fucking itchy to fight. I start clawing at my arms, ready to peel the skin away as long as this fucking itching stops. I scratch at my head, ruining my hair then going back to my arms. There must be bugs under my skin, because I can feel them and I know I have to get them out. A dark red liquid appears, dripping down my arm and tinting the tips of my fingers after a really hard scratch and Axel looks over before totally flipping shit.

"Whoa, what the fuck!" he shouts before untying the bandana he has secured around his boot. He grabs my arm, taking away the itch with his touch and he wraps up my forearm. The dark liquid I realize is blood, and I watch it slowly seep into the white material. I stare at the tips of my fingers, which all are covered in blood and decide I want to taste it. Gingerly I lick it all away, and I feel Axel just watching me. I can feel the itch slowly coming back too, starting at the backs of my eyeballs and spreading down my spine. I need him to touch me, to stop this itching.

"C'mere," I say and I don't know if he understands me or not. He looks torn between accepting and gagging, so I wonder what the hell I look like. Then I remember I'm covered in fucking vomit.

"We're here," he says and I climb out of the cab before the guy even has a chance to fully stop. They both shout at me from inside the car as I stumble out onto the street, looking around at all the tall buildings I'm surrounded by. It's a cute little neighborhood I guess, not as fancy as the one where Naminé and Kairi live, but I wouldn't mind staying in a place like this. It looks fucking beautiful at night.

Axel walks over to me and grabs my wrist, immediately the itching in that spot stops and I giggle as he tugs me towards an apartment building. The floor feels like it's moving with me, so walking is a little hard considering every step I take doesn't even move me forward. I step down harder, trying to propel myself, trying to move faster than the ground. A strong tug stops me and I stand in the middle of the street with Axel staring at me. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He raises an eyebrow high on his forehead and I shrug before laughing loudly, then screaming until my throat burns and he covers my mouth with his hand. Ah, the relief of not being itchy. "Stop that man…you're fucking tripping," I'm swept off my feet and into the air, the sensation making me want to puke but I have nothing left in me. I realize Axel's picked me up and that no, I'm not flying or doing anything cool but I am moving faster than the ground. I stare at it, mocking it because it couldn't keep me outside forever.

Everything is so fast, and I mean that. I seriously just blinked and we're already in an elevator being taken either up or down, I'm not sure. Wherever we're going, Axel figures I can make it on my own and gently sets me on my wobbly feet. I stand there, looking around the metal elevator and I wonder just where we are. I know the answer should be obvious, but it isn't. "Where are we?" I ask and Axel just looks at me before laughing and rubbing his face.

"Heading to my apartment. What the hell are you on dude?" Axel's eyes are so green; in fact I think they are too green. No human being should be allowed to have eyes that colour, it's unnatural. The fact that he's taking me to his apartment just registered in my mind and I wonder if he's going to rape me. Well, can't rape the willing is what I always say. I've actually been wanting a round fucking two since I walked out of the bathroom. I just hope he'll let me take the fucking barf off me first.

"Meth," I shrug and he looks like he's going to scream but he stops. I wouldn't have thought he'd react this way, I actually thought he did it or something. I guess I'm wrong because he doesn't look too impressed. He shakes his head as the elevator doors open and I hurry after him. "What? What's your problem?"

"My mom fucking died 'cause of that shit. That's my problem. You shouldn't do that crap, it's poison." I consider this ironic, coming from someone that slipped me some E in a party bathroom but I also see his point. The fact that he told me his mom died makes me feel like I just had an intimate moment with my soon-to-be booty call. It's weird, but I don't mind much. I don't know why I agreed to do this shit, and maybe it was just not to feel inferior next to Naminé. If she could smoke meth, then I sure as hell could too. I know now it wasn't the best decision I've made, but I've never been one to make good choices. "You should also stay away from Vexen…he's bad news."

"One time thing, honest," I feel the need to let him know I'm not going to do meth ever again. I know I won't, and I want him to know that too. I don't know why this is so important but it is. Then I realize he just warned me about Vexen. I knew that guy was no good, I wonder if Naminé knows. "Will do…he gave me the willies anyhow," he looks over his shoulder and smiles before pulling out a set of keys and opening his apartment door.

"Well, that's good to know. Let's get you out of those clothes, huh?" his smirk is all the invitation I need. I run into the apartment, and he has to stop me from getting naked right there in his living room. He grips my wrist again and leads me towards a small bathroom where he slowly unzips my vest and lets it drop to the floor. Thankfully most of the vomit is dried, so it doesn't splatter and my pants aren't that caked with it either. The cool air around my thighs lets me know I'm now fully fucking naked and Axel is staring at me with a fucking boner trying it's hardest to tent his tight pants. "I've never been turned on by someone covered in fuckin' puke," he laughs and I really like the way it sounds. It's better than that guitar that silver haired dude was playing.

The urge to kiss him is driving me crazy and I know he won't as long as I have this barf on my chin so I turn the sink's hot water and scrub my face almost violently. I figure I might as well clean my mouth, so I swish the hot water inside and spit it out. Then the dried vomit tugs my arm hairs and I remember I should clean that too. Deeming myself ready, I turn to look at him and grab his head, smashing our mouths together hard enough to make one of us bleed. I bite his lip, making him groan in pain and the need to grind my teeth just makes me bite harder. He hisses and tugs his face away, a thin trail of blood and spit trickling down his chin as he moves in to kiss and bite my neck. I groan and bite the inside of my cheek, needing to chew on something. His teeth sink in and the pain jolts my spine, it's so intense.

I was right, his lips feel amazing on my overly sensitive skin and I can feel every last nerve spark to life with each little touch of his. I feel like I'm on fire and my dick is so hard I think it could cut diamonds. I push him down by the shoulders and he easily gets on his knees, looking up at me with those glowing green orbs. Fuck, I just want to skull fuck the hell out of him.

Before I can talk, he takes me into his mouth and I almost faint because it feels so damn good. So slick and wet and perfect. God, who would have known getting a blow job from a lead singer could feel so fucking heavenly. His mouth just seems to work better than a hand ever could, not the mention the warm wetness completely engulfing me. I bury my fingers in thick red hair, scratching his scalp lightly when I curl my hand into a tight fist. I know I must be pulling his hair quite a bit. I push his head down more and buck my hips, making him suck harder, forcing him to swallow more, until his nose makes contact with my skin. I think he chokes, but I can't be sure. All I know is that my dick is in his mouth, and it's fucking good. His tongue feels like something better than silk, because honestly that material is the shits. His tongue, all pink and moist just has a whole different feeling. Something completely original and I feel it more and more with each flick and long, hard lick. I ease up, letting him come up for air and he coughs a little before taking me back in, pressing my junk into the roof of his mouth with his tongue, caressing a pulsing vein that I just know is there. I can feel it beating against his mouth. I know, it's fucking insane to have sex with the same person in one night, but holy shit. Axel fucking Steel can sing and Lord knows I'm a sucker for a musician.

I can swear that I've never came this hard in my life, it bursts out of me, feeling like a fucking supernova. My legs tremble and when my dick flops out of his mouth, I fall onto my knees right in front of him. He has a little cum mixing with the blood and I lick it away, not really caring that it's my own fucking jizz I just tasted. He smirks before kissing me again, that amazing thing he calls a tongue dancing inside of my mouth and making me hard again. It's incredible how horny I am right now.

He pulls away and stands up, leaving me there and I look up at him, my non-busy mouth now busily grinding my teeth down to nothing. He shakes his head, dusting off his pants and helping me to my feet. "I can't fuck you while you're on meth…I just…can't. I'll get you some gum and you can shower."

I'm left alone in the bathroom and I blink crazily, the sound of bone wearing down bone echoes loudly and I realize I wouldn't want to fuck me either right now. Listening to the disgusting sound of teeth grinding is enough to give me goose bumps. Plus, I still kind of smell like vomit. Fuck, to think I could be having sex right now if it weren't for this fucking meth. Ah, I want to scream…but instead I turn on the shower and step under the spray. God, this is fucked up, this water…where does it come from?

"Here…there are some clothes on the toilet and towels are hanging right there…take this gum," he sticks his hand in and I grab the little stick, shoving it in my mouth and I'm sure my teeth will be very thankful. I watch Axel leave through the little tear in the curtain and I have to think, just who else has taken care of me like he has tonight. Definitely no guy I've ever slept with or been with, that's for sure. The only other person I can think of is Sora. But he's my brother and he loves me. I don't know whether to be suspicious of Axel's friendly, caring nature or to just accept it. I guess it could be good to have a loving booty-call, but I'm not sure right now. I'll just enjoy the great head while I get it.

My thought is cut off when I realize that there is music playing, the song immediately making me think back to Hayner's party.

"I make the fire but I miss the firefight, I hit the bull's eye every night…"

Yeah, it is so fucking easy.


A/N: Okay so, we meet more characters here, lala wondrous!
Axel and Roxas getting buddy buddy! W00t.
Roxas being a little careless and what not, but we've got Axel there to guide him :]

I hope the wait was worth it guys.
My living arrangements have been improved, I at least have my own room and a computer!
Updates in abundance!
Haha, well hopefully.

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