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ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇssɪɴɢ... ᴜsᴇʀ ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ... sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ.ᴇxᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ...ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴜsᴇʀ @condomglitter​

“okay, so, i was thinking about that time you turned my face pink, and----this is actually a good idea, listen, do you think...” one of don’s hands was gesturing as he spoke, words quick, his train of thought more like a monorail on the perfect day. “...do you think we can capture something like it, and, you know, put it in a container? just, you know, for marking purposes!”

ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇssɪɴɢ... ᴜsᴇʀ ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ... sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ.ᴇxᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ...ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴜsᴇʀ @ironbloodcd ...ᴍᴜsᴇ: ᴡɪʟʟᴏᴡ...

“there’s no way i’d run into an unpickable door in THIS shack.” god, the place looked like it’d been abandoned for months, not even counting the smell of varying types of plants lingering around the place. a set of lockpick tools sat beside him, with his latest one (   a bobby pin, because desperate times call for desperate measures   ) also being a bust.

finally, he moved to retrieve his first tool again, a huff escaping. “there’s no such thing as an unpickable lock, unless it’s electric...”