RequiemForSomeBeans
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For all his posturing and sharp edges, Quincy at his core was a kind and warm soul as was such the case with many of the more reserved Hex; which why Wil or Wilhelmina threw him for a loop, She was exactly as she presented herself or at least as far as his usually incredible people skills had told him and he couldn’t stand them one bit. Or at least he tried to not like them.
Wilhelmina Entrati was exactly what you’d expect from a direct descendent of Albretch himself, pessimistic, smart, calculating, calm and hard to rattle; maybe a little too hard-headed as well at least on the surface. Underneath was an entirely different story filled with racing thoughts, quiet anger, resentment and loneliness. Something she might unknowingly share with her fellow speedy protoframe: Amir.
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- Part 2 of Albretch’s a dick
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05 Sep 2025
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“Holy fucking shit, how do you get *those*?”
Jean stops drying his hair, pulls the towel off his head, and stands at full height. Right below his eye level is the newcomer, face tilted up, eyes green and sparkling.
“Hm?”
“Your fucking cumgutters are *exquisitely defined*. What the hell do you do to get that?”
It is not the worst come-on Jean has ever encountered, but it’s up there.
“Lots of speed.” Jean says in a gruff tone, hoping to dissuade the stranger from further engaging with him, but the man only beams brighter.
“Ah see, that’s the issue. I’m more of a rugged alcoholic.”
Jean snorts at that.
“I’m Harry.” He says, extending his hand like Jean asked.
“Good for you.” Jean replies, slamming his locker shut.
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01 Sep 2025