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life-of-the-destruction-worker:
“I suppose I shall have ta do tha’. Can’t be left outta the loop.”
He shifts forms and moves to be on the other side of Fiona. He finally brings his cigarette to his lips and lights it. The smoke escapes through random orifices along his skull.
“You remind me of a dragon in a book I read when you smoke..” Fiona glanced at Psycho raising a brow as she went toward the stadium.
“You should see him whens he gets angry. It’s like he’s boiling over.”“DW, do you mind?”
Psycho Delic growls angrily. He took another long drag from the cigarette. He knew what he looked like. He didn’t need her help with pointing it out.
Fiona shrugged and got them in front row center for the music.
DW looks around the concert, wondering if he knows anyone else coming here. “Do you think there will be a mosh pit?”






