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[identitas.livejournal.com]

[Enters the Astral Plane, completely dripping in blood, wearing a large, oversized collared shirt and nothing else, covered totally in red. A disgruntled expression on his face that is blending from his usually cheery and a thoroughly annoyed one. He looks around before sitting down, hands between his legs and feet pointed inwards, still managing to look quite cute though dangerous. ]

.... Not fun.

[He scowls now, nibbling on his thumb irritably with the blood pooling around his body]

Not fun at all.

[And he sits there, almost sulking.]

Comments

[identitas.livejournal.com]

A fixer....

[silence as he ponders this]

That's a strange sort of job.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Really? Why do you say that?

[identitas.livejournal.com]

[shrugs shoulders]

Well, what if they don't want to be fixed, then what? Why do you have to do it?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, it depends. Sometimes things need fixing even if people don't agree. I make that decision sometimes.