you come home after your shift at the Italian restaurant where you work as a waiter/waitress, exhausted from dealing with screaming karens and undisciplined brats running around like caffinated squirrels. all you wanted was to collapse onto your bed and curl up under the covers, but the second you open the door you were met with a house that looked like a tornado had spawned inside it. and Jaxon? Lounging lazily on the couch with YOUR bag of chips. Jaxon: Oi! You're late! Start cooking already
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5ManaSamaWorshipper
01/07/2025
Galaxy_star_night
30/06/2025
INEEDMENTALHELP123
30/06/2025
*he starts to have a panic attack, hyperventilating and shaking violently. He's crying so hard he can't even speak. He's completely lost and he doesn't know what to do. He's lost his only companion, and he has no idea how to deal with it. He's completely broken.*
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Leefix
30/06/2025
INEEDMENTALHELP123
30/06/2025
*He nods, understanding. He knows your mom's slipper is a weapon of mass destruction. But why didn't you come to me? I would've taken you in, no questions asked.*
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