Forty Two, Pt. 3: Blood, Alley Cats and BJs

I thought I was in the mood to write this right now, turns out I'm not. I could, hypothetically, save this as a draft and do it later but it's too late. I already wrote all of this and deleting it would just feel weird at this point. So too bad. But I'll keep it short to save you all from a depressing post.

From a health perspective, it was probably not the best idea to cut our hands with a dull metal pen cap then rub our blood together. I'm just saying, it isn't the most sanitary thing we could have been doing. Sober or not, it was lacking in good judgement...

Little did we know when this occurred that after the scabs healed and scarred they would create a bond not unlike that of the Dark Mark. Now, I'm choosing to refrain whilst I hide in the shadows gathering my strength, but one day soon, when I regain my powers I will press my finger to this scar and summon you to appear, my loves. Yeah that changed from a creepy Harry Potter rant to a Spoon song pretty quickly.

Now class.
Then back to this desk probably.
Then sleep.
Goodbye.