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@veracitys .
            
            ADOPTION .

@manipulations 
            then please,   if you can even try to in that little head of yours,   don’t push me on my own life.   *   lyall aggressively grabbed the paper from miles’ hand,   waving rather childishly and walking away   * 

// life **

i was just giving you
            the damn paper, 
            don’t push me 
            on MY lifw

* miserable 

lyall,  that's  not—   *  but  she  shut  herself  down.  she  never  tried  to  jump  in  after  that  as  it  might  turn  his  anger  sideways.  the  following  seconds  fraught  with  disaster:  she  found  her  partner's  rather  wicked,  and  slightly  confounding  comments  a  knife  against  her  throat.  karen  felt  the  need  to  spit  something  back,  like  a  scream  or  just  something  as  insulting,  but  she  kept  herself  collected  for  lyall's  sake.       her  arms  wrapped  around  his  waist,  letting  his  head  rest  down  to  his  shoulder.  she  wanted  to  make  him  feel  that  she  stands  by  him.  that  she  cares  and  and  that  she  loves  him.  she  would  do  anything  to  make  his  partner  feel  less  misedabke  than  he  already  was,  whether  it's  time  to  spare  to  have  a  drink,  or  a  company  to  help  him  sleep  at  night.   *   

@codestress 
            yeah,   sure i’m satisfied.   *   lyall scoffed   *   i’m overjoyed that my mother’s fucking dead.   dead as a fucking doornail.   you know,   you’re really smart,   thinking i’d be   /   satisfied   /   .   really.   fucking bright as the sun.   *   the agent was already walking away,   throwing his keys up and down just to distract himself from getting too worked up,   he had to save it for the outside world to see and not his workplace.   and just a few steps and he makes another comment to his partner,   poking fun and thinking for a moment that if he got her angry enough they could argue,   that way he could mask the real reason he was yelling that way his coworkers knew it was just him and karen,   ‘fighting again’.   he would do absolutely anything to scream his fucking lungs out.   *   hey karen,   you ever taken an IQ test?   i think you could probably top my good for nothing father or maybe even all the ignoramus’s of detectives that couldn’t find my fucking mother.   .   .   *   lyall stopped walking and turned his heel,   he had no goddamn idea if there were tears streaming down his face or if he was really just so angry that he could feel the heat in his face.   all he knew was that he needed karen and he didn’t need a drink and that karen’s arms looked so warm in this moment.   the agent knew that he needed his family more than he’s ever needed them since his mother went missing.   he somehow realized that the one thing he needed were the people he cared most for and not the poison that would only make things worse later.   and so,   he walked right back to karen and pulled her into the tightest hug possible,   the scent of her shampoo reminding him of home.   *

FATHER , GIVE ME THAT H2O . .  BEFORE I DIE .

@skiescrapers 
            NO.

FATHER PLEASE.