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SET THE WORLD ON FIRE
//this is a tad late but expect me every sunday, alright?
It'd taken quite a while, but he'd gotten together tons of different things. Scarves, blankets, jewellery, weaponry, notebooks, pens, ipods, headphones. He'd even thrown in a few tins of different colored paint and make-up from his personal stash, the stuff he used for his own make-up. His face was even covered by the black acryllic now. His smoky eyes searched for any TRoT member. He was sure they'd probably see him soon and approach, so he knew he didn't need to worry. Oh, well, Andy was an anxious mess, so fuck it. He'd worry until there was assurance all was okay.