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hey, fellow prisoners! or should i say guests? having some trouble with the technical definitions lately.
i need some help. personal reasons. it's more of a crafts project, and i don't have anything to trade any of you - all the good shit i had are currently confiscated, sorry about that. anyway, here's the list of things i'm looking for:
- 1 box condoms
- 1 roll copper wire
- 2 metal files (1 long, 1 short)
- 1 roll electrical tape
- 1 liter acrylic paint, any color
- 1 car battery
- 1 telepath
- 1 roll fairy lights
if anyone can point me in the right direction, or if anyone's willing to help pull this together, i'll owe you something. we can negotiate.
i need some help. personal reasons. it's more of a crafts project, and i don't have anything to trade any of you - all the good shit i had are currently confiscated, sorry about that. anyway, here's the list of things i'm looking for:
- 1 box condoms
- 1 roll copper wire
- 2 metal files (1 long, 1 short)
- 1 roll electrical tape
- 1 liter acrylic paint, any color
- 1 car battery
- 1 telepath
- 1 roll fairy lights
if anyone can point me in the right direction, or if anyone's willing to help pull this together, i'll owe you something. we can negotiate.
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[ for his part, tetora looks like he's gone a few rounds with a car crash; there are darkened bruises all over him, some on the pale and healing end, but mostly still in that "hurts worse than it looks" phase. the bland outfit of a plain long-sleeved shirt, a pair of ratty sweatpants, and a pair of slip-on shoes, does nothing but add to the unappealing image he presents. which is a shame - tetora cleans up well.
when he gives a care. ]
You lose a fight with a comb?