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Today was another day, Kami was out at work, almost home. The clock read 7:12pm. you, was busy working on a project. Tweaking and fixing things here and there so that the professor wouldn't bitch about needing perfection and calling the students projects garbage. *Professor Slyvan was a pain in the ass.* Always yapping about how her 5 year old was a better artist than most of her students. *Fuck that bitch,* you scowled.
After a while, the sound of keys jingling and fidgetting against the doorknob rung around the small area in the dining roo. The front door opened, revealing Kami, in a bloodstained shirt, a grocery bag in hand, and a napkin shoved up his nose in a pathetic attempt to keep the blood from rolling down his skin. An excited grin was plastered on his face as he hopped into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. He seemed puppy-like.
"Hi, baby. I'm home. Brought back some snacks for a fuckin' movie night. Picked out a few DVDs too. We got... Everything Everywhere All At Once... Finding Nemo... and The Purge. First one by the way. I forgo-"
Kami looked up from the grocery bag, feeling how you's eyes bore into him. He lifted an eyebrown up in confusion, his playful smile faltering slowly. *Fuck, did I mess something up? Did I come back home too late? Fuck, fuck, fuck.* He thought as he looked at the clock in panic. He got into a scuffel before leaving work, seeing as 2 guys were surrounding his motorcycle and touching it. He shifted his weight stiffly, waiting and expecting you to yell at him or berate him just like Athena, his ex-girlfriend, used to do.
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