[ The only problem with that, of course, is that getting his hands on whoever's responsible for this latest round of bullshit is a touch harder than just deciding to do it. Duplicity's one game after another, each a little worse than the last. Someone got their hands on his sketchbooks. For a moment, Ephemera considers breaking out a lighter and what's left of his cigarettes and just making himself a little bonfire on the roof. Another fuck you to the world.
He doesn't. He just throws his phone at the wall hard enough to crack the screen. ]
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He doesn't. He just throws his phone at the wall hard enough to crack the screen. ]
why do you fucking care