@PurplePartyTiger language
(Bye, have fuuun :D )
(Bye, have fuuun :D )
(Thanks, I did and I'm back now.)
(Sorry, I should have told you, I'm not usually on during the weekend. X)
(Ah, fair.)
( X)
(Hey, how's it going?)
(Good. Listening to a Symphonic-Metal tale on YouTube called Fall of an Empire. How about you?)
(Good, watching the new season of Orange is the New Black.)
(Heehee, there's an awful lot of solos in this…a trumpet solo just finished. X)
(Ready to go again?)
(Nice, I've never listened to it, would you recommend?)
(Yes, let's)
(Well, depends…if you like ponies…XD But yeah, it's pretty cool. )
(Okay…so they need to stop by a place that has big syringes…)
(I might try it out some time, anyway, shall we continue?)
(Right)
(Grr, where, though, I didn't think of that…)
(Internet? You can get pretty much anything there. Cool place.)
(Well, la-dee-freakin-da. XD Why didn't I think of that…)
(Ye, it's a pretty cool place. They could also get the bag there and anything else they need. Tho they may take time to deliver)
Back at the apartment, Juliette pulled out her laptop and started searching for large syringes they could buy.
"We should get a post office box somewhere, or something, rather than having it delivered here," she said.
"Yeah." Drew came up behind her, looking over her shoulder at the range of large syringes, "This can't be legal."
"It's not," she muttered pointedly. "But at least it'll be better than getting stabbed in the neck with a knife."
"Hey, that was my first time ending someone's life," He defended, "And I didn't see you helping."
"At least now I am." She clicked on what looked to be a promising site, and ordered three large syringes.
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