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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
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- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"I didn't mean to hurt her, and Timothy... that was necessary just so I could get out the city without protest. Look, it's... I thought they'd both understand once they knew, but they clearly don't. They'll get it eventually, I think. Fingers crossed," replied the designer as he flopped down on his armchair after pouring out a much needed glass of scotch. After everything that had gone on, he could easily envision himself getting drunk tonight.
"You know I'm grateful, Rand. I've always said thank you whenever you come and help me clean up and sort out a story in case they question me. Whenever you need my help, you know my number," he continued tiredly, watching Sandra head on upstairs. "...I think I'd have lost my mind if I'd killed her. It was accidental, trust me. She was in the way, I'm stronger than she is and pushed her back. It wasn't meant to happen. You know I love Sandra like a sister, I'm always mentioning her to you."
"You know I'm grateful, Rand. I've always said thank you whenever you come and help me clean up and sort out a story in case they question me. Whenever you need my help, you know my number," he continued tiredly, watching Sandra head on upstairs. "...I think I'd have lost my mind if I'd killed her. It was accidental, trust me. She was in the way, I'm stronger than she is and pushed her back. It wasn't meant to happen. You know I love Sandra like a sister, I'm always mentioning her to you."