Emetos RP info.

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Personally, I am autistic / ADHD and suffer from a few long term health conditions that halt my ability to use a computer sometimes. Real life always comes first, and if it takes either of us a little while to reply, then that is okay.
I am down to chat with no pressure to reply.
Sometimes you just need a friend to banter with, no pressure, no expectations.
You won't find any silly:
"if I haven't heard anything in 2 weeks you're blocked, reported and fired into the sun" with me.

I am always "offline" on discord. Please hit me up whenever and I will reply when not sleeping or busy. My timezone is GMT.
Please ask me anything you want to know. Thank you for reading.

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Below is an example of my writing. You don't need to read, but it's there.

Context? What context? Nah... You don't need that.

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modesty didn't really seem to be vaults jam, but then neither did embarrassment, the lad just seemed indifferent to his state of being. fucker probably could have been starkers, and he'd act like he was in a full three-piece. either that, or he was so arrogant to think something like 'if people don't want to see, they don't have to look'. whatever was going on behind those gray eyes, it sure wasn't anything that'd make its way out of his lips. he just seemed relieved that the three hadn't landed themselves in a grizzly outcome.the taller, as he often seemed to, listened to her speak. and if that phrase he'd uttered to vault when they were playing doctor shed light on anything, it might be a good guess that the subtle, slightly creepy way he hung onto words was less out of a lack of social skills and more out of the fact that he had to translate. but those details were probably lost in the morning mist. none of this party seemed to be wearing their detective hats after what happened."well then-"perking right up at the idea of, well… whichever of the things [ Y/C ] listed that sounded best. all were pretty good. clean clothes, food, drink. taking the opportunity, vault leant on PDs shoulder, very cocky as he didn't often get to be level with his towering companion. PD giving vault a side look that says 'you know i don't like that but i'm gunna let you get away with it once.' but that look didn't last long, as being side by side, the tall lad was privy to a view of one even smaller lad. tho all it earned was a small grimace and PD quickly turning his attention back to [ Y/C ]."-call me a horny clairvoyant, coz i'm ready to pick up some spirits!"it didn't take a lot to get these two back in a good mood, did it? covered in every bodily fluid shy of cum and still rearing to go at the sound of their maybe being stuff to steal. thought, it was no secret that both of them needed at least a wash and a change of underwear.

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now, PD seemed very happy with that outcome. he didn't care, as long as [ Y/C ] sounded as hurt as the tall man felt. even if he wasn't fully showing it. that smiling mouth nearly curled into a snarl as [ Y/C ] became more defeated. ready to prattle off some more hurtful words that would solidify him as the very menace to society he saw himself as, he didn't ask for a stranger's kindness, nor did he deserve it. reveling somewhat in the fact that [ Y/C ] now hated his guts as much as he hated himself.but who was really laughing in the end as those final words, dejectedly spat out by the red-head, did more damage than he could possibly imagine. those long gangly fists clenched, teeth meeting each other so tight, making that permanent smile hang onto his face for dear life. footsteps getting heavier, and a little faster behind the ginger."monster- you have no ide-"muttering quietly in response, damn son, calm the edge down on that. really letting his blood boil over, really losing himself to the anger. then why did he stop muttering? why did he stop altogether? because of vault. standing dead in the middle of the path, looking pissed beyond belief. both hands wrapped tightly around the handle of that deadly noisemaker. no, this did not make him happy at all. but, would he really fire that thing at [ Y/C ] over a little altercation?no… that thing was pointed at PD! dead still and certain, not a hesitation or falter in pointing the barrel right at his own brother. but it worked, the tall man stopped in his tracks, shut up and untensed his fists, eyes locked on his older brother.

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