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[dredefulchilde]

You may have noticed the stacks of IV bags filled with blood in the refrigerator. Those are mine. I suffer from a rather peculiar form of anemia, and I require regular transfusions in order to remain healthy. I need that blood to live. If you tamper with them, I will make you wish for death.

-J. Fitzthomas

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[dredefulchilde]

Dead. My parents are dead.

[Long dead, but the madman accosting him with citrus fruits doesn't need to know that.]

[internetsexsymbol]

...oh.

[The awkward silence is only punctuated by another fruit rolling across the kitchen floor.]

Ok, forget what I said. You get one curse word in your vocabulary for each dead parent. That's two more than most kids get, so I think it's a good deal.

[dredefulchilde]

Oh, fuck off.

[internetsexsymbol]

And that's your second one! Good choice, kid!