![]() ![]() But I will definitely have questions when I get back, and you CAN'T under any circumstance, avoid them. Could ya go get groceries for me and Boris.?" Startled, I grab his shoulder and drag him to the front door again, handing him a wad of cash. Running upstairs, I see him draw dangerously near to Henry, not even noticing the old sack of shit. If he wasn't careful, he'd grab the attention of Henry. And right in the nick of time, too, as Cuphead came through calling for me or Boris. It took me around thirty minutes, but I find one, and pour it on my head. I looked around for a jar of ink to cover up the scratches and bruises. ![]() ![]() Would you be willing to get some shit for me and Boris?" I asked with high hopes. "Bendy? What's up? You don't find too good- you breath is super short and thick dude? Have you been jogging or something?" He must've been snickering at the thought of tiny feet hitting the ground in an attempt to jog. "Cups.? Z'at you, pal? Its bendy." My voice sounding rougher than preferred. I went over to the phone and called Cuphead, hoping that it was the right number. But going out there like this, someone will definitely notice, and put the show at risk. Someone was bound to notice, and I'm the only one who knew how to responsibly spend money from show earnings to buy food. My arm was pretty scuffed up, and my face had a pretty big shiner going on. Take it you fellow sinners-I mean shippers. ![]()
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