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Started August 30, 2023 by Deleted user

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he turned on some comedy show and went on his laptop, doing whatever he does on it normally "you look like shit, did you get in another fight again?"

(Stillll)

(my bad. I'm in school. I couldn't be on for a while)

(You're completely good, we are too)

(You're completely good, we are too)

(yeah lol, don't mind me, i'm just impatient)

"Oh. Yeah." They cleared their throat. Yeah, this one was nasty. Lots of… blood," they lied.

"damn, did you win at least?"

"Well, I'm still here, aren't I?" They said, which technically wasn't a lie. They'd keep fighting until they were dead, or worse.

"fair.." suddenly he perked up, he had earbuds in, listening to the police radio, he got up and rushed out the door, not even bothering to come up with an explanation, he put on his suit quickly and went up the fire escape

Jackson was confused, but just went back to their enchiladas. Finn would tell them what happened when he got back, or at least make up some excuse.

Sam crawled around the fire escape because yk, Spiderman, and crawled through her own bedroom window. She walked into the living room, wiped her glasses with the sweater, and put them back on "How are the enchiladas coming?" she asked, fully aware that they had been looking for her

"They're almost ready to go in the oven. And Finn left again, by the way."

he was out fighting Rhino, he was thrown around a /lot/ so when he got home he limped in through the door "oh sam, sup"

Jackson frowned. "Now who's the one getting in fights?"

he shrugged "i just had the urge, who knows" he snagged some cheese from Jackson's bowl of shredded cheese

"Hey! That's for the enchiladas!" Jackson pretended to be mad as they cut some cilantro

Sam sighed and walked into her room, came back with her first aid kit, and sat Finn down on the couch. She looked at him, as if asking for permission to check for injuries "Y'all really got to stop getting hurt"

he shook his head, refusing the help "it's fine, i got it" he had a huge deep gash on his back and cuts on his shoulders and forearms

"We really are just a bunch of klutzes," they joked. As if to prove their point, their knife slipped and nicked them on the finger. They cursed under their breath as they ran over to the sink before any ink was obvious. "Case in point." They said, running the cut under cold water and putting a bandaid on it

he went to get up to help them but gasped at the pain, struggling to get up, or breathe for that matter

"How about we all just agree to stop getting hurt?" Jackson laughed.

ok he chocked out, he was starting to bleed, a /lot/

"Finn, are you okay?!"

"y-yeah" he choked back some blood "n-nothing a bandaid w-won't fix" he chuckled then groaned, holding his side