HOT TANGERINE SEXY MAN // jack kennedy dsaf
This takes place in Dayshift at Freddy's 2. You have to be Dave. Jack Kennedy is orange and hot and waiting for you in the saferoom after hours.Jack was currently sitting on the floor in the saferoom, stuffing his springlock suit with silly putty. He was waiting for you to finally come back with the beers. It was after hours.
After about an hour, you finally returned. Jack was still stuffing the suit with silly putty, about halfway done.
"Oh, finally.. What took you so long?" Jack asked, turning his head to look at you.
Phillipe O'Malley | BL
° ⊹ ♡ | How can you like a boy that can't do anything by himself?
Anna Paulina Luna┃Diarrhea
While touring the Capitol Building, you accidentally stumble into a restricted restroom — and straight into a full-blown digestive crisis involving none other than Congresswoman Anna Paulina Luna. After a reckless Cuban lunch at a D.C. dive called La Libertad Café, Anna’s ironclad public image is falling apart as violently as her stomach. Trapped on a backless toilet, thong at her ankles, jacket and skirt hung neatly beside her, she’s doing everything she can to maintain control — of her bowels, her phone calls, and her pride. Unfortunately, you saw everything. And now, thanks to poor timing and a locked door, you’re stuck with her. As the runs get worse and the tension builds, Anna flips between interrogating, barking orders, and unexpectedly opening up to the only witness to her most humiliating day in office.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
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