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If Ferris had known about his newfound 'friend's' promiscuous past, he probably would have been impressed. Ferris didn't get that many chicks, which probably didn't come as a surprise to anyone. When he was younger, he'd had a broad that he'd been on and off with - that was before he'd gotten addicted to the heavy stuff, though. Anyone after that had just been sleeping with him for dope. He didn't mind, though, he did the same thing. In fact, he was still doing it. That was how he maintained a steady supply. The dingo started laughing when Russ began to talk about Amour, nodding his head in agreement. "You get it," Ferris concluded, grin still on his face. When wasn't he smiling, though? It was always a different type of smile, depending on the situation. For example, when he was talking to chicks, he tried his best to give a handsome smirk, but that was hard when you didn't have dashing good looks. Russ, though, Ferris bet that guy could make a girl faint just by looking at her, so it didn't come as a shock to the dingo when he said that he had a girlfriend.

"Knock yourself out, buddy," Ferris snorted, dumping two of the colourful pills into his paw and handing them to Russ. Some of the powder fell out with the pills, and the malnourished canine licked it up without a second thought. Didn't want any to go to waste, now did he? Certainly not. This shit wasn't cheap. Actually, it was by monetary standards, considering it didn't cost him a dime. He did other things for it, though.

He looked surprised when the wolf asked him if he had a girlfriend. "Me?" He repeated incredulously, scoffing as if it were the most ridiculous thing ever. "Nah, look at me." It was meant to be a joke, but it wasn't far from the truth. He was scrawny and unkempt, addicted to drugs, and he probably gave off uncomfortable vibes to anyone of the opposite sex. "On a serious note, I don't think I've ever really tried to get an actual girlfriend. Y'know, like, actually pursued someone. I just kinda flirt with girls in hopes they'll find it flattering, then badda bing, badda boom. Y'know what I mean? Maybe some day, though." Truthfully, Ferris hadn't ever thought too much about it. He practically kissed the ground girls walked on, but he was so used to rejection that the thought of one of them actually saying yes to him was something that the dingo hadn't even considered.

<p class="text-justify"><woltlab-metacode data-name="center" data-attributes=""><strong>FERRIS — DINGO — THE RIFT — <a href="https://feralfront.com/thread/2526056-ferris-harbringer-the-rift/">TAGS</a></strong></woltlab-metacode><br><span style="color: white"><strong>"Hey there, pretty little girl,"</strong></span> came the smooth (albeit creepy) greeting of Ferris as he noticed the coyote. He padded closer, his typical shit-eating grin splitting his lips as he approached. Once he was close enough to look over her face, though, it faded and his brow furrowed. He <em>knew</em> her. From where, though? Had they dated? No. He didn't know her that well. She wasn't one of his old flings or hook ups, either. His relationship with her wasn't sexual, he could rule that out. His memories of his youth had not been forgotten, but he had not dwelt on them in so long that they were buried deep in his mind, stuck in a region of his brain that had been damaged by the countless hits of whatever drug was popular or convenient.</p>
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<p class="text-justify">It finally came to him, though. <span style="color: white"><strong>"Fuck -- Lorraine?"</strong></span> Ferris choked out, raising his brows in surprise. Surprise at seeing her, and surprise that he even remembered her. She had partially been the reason he'd left home, but not because of anything she had done directly. It had been her mom's fault, and Ferris had just taken his frustrations out on her. He had sucked as an older brother, had disappointed his family in the end - but he didn't care. That was just what he was. Ferris was the reject, the one the family didn't talk about, the kid they cropped out of family photos and pretended hadn't disgraced them. He had thought that he was over it, but his bitter memories suggested that perhaps he harbored feelings of resentment that even he hadn't been aware of.</p>
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<p class="text-justify"><span style="color: white"><strong>"What are you doing here?"</strong></span> The question came out sounding unnecessarily rude, and Ferris' ears flattened slightly as he realized his own harsh tone. He was a bit embarrassed to be seen in this state, which he'd never admit to anyone. His ribs protruded from his sides, his nose was cracked and dry, his eyes were sunken and bloodshot, fur speckled with dirt and pock marks. It was obvious that after he'd left, his drug habit had only gotten worse. Lorraine had always been smarter than him, and the dingo didn't doubt that she'd be able to pick up on it. Perhaps she'd be wise not to comment on it, because he might let his feelings of bitterness boil over if she did.</p>

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Where? Well, it had been out in the general territory.. maybe a little too close to the border. "Near the borders," Ferris answered shortly, glancing oddly at Cain as he said he was going to take the pain away. What'd that mean? Was he gonna kill him? Probably not, that didn't seem reasonable. He wasn't a lame horse, he was a guy who had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. When the navarch reached out towards him, his first instinct was to pull back, but he trusted that Cain wouldn't hurt him, so he let the larger wolf rest his paw on him. The dingo was surprised to find that, instead of hurting more, the pain was actually slowly ebbing away - he could tell, even in his intoxicated state.

And then along came Natalia, and Ferris flashed her one of his not-so-dazzling smiles. "Really? I tried to clean myself up before I came back in case I ran into any beautiful ladies." Perhaps he should not have been so quick to flirt, especially when his suggestive comments were exactly what had gotten him into this situation in the first place. When Natalia suggested that they hunt the creature down, Ferris shook his head. "Oh - no, no.. No need for that, I've learned my lesson.." That wasn't true. He hadn't learned anything, except maybe when to tell when someone was growing progressively more irritated with him.

Ferris couldn't just tell his clanmates that he had been just outsider the borders trying to pick up a chick that he hadn't seen around her before. She had informed him that she was a rogue, and had no interests in him. Ferris, with all of his charm and dashing good looks, had tried to sway her opinion. It had resulted in him getting his ass kicked, and now he had to make up some machismo story so that his clanmates wouldn't know that he wasn't capable of standing up for himself, even towards a girl. "I guess no more solo patrols for me," the dingo chuckled lightly.

ferris is certainly a troublemaker ;^)

that sounds GOOD!!! i would love a thread w them

who makes? :0

ya sure!! <3

i'm a bit of a procrastinator but ill have it up by sometime tODAY

<p class="text-justify"><woltlab-metacode data-name="center" data-attributes=""><strong>FERRIS — DINGO — THE RIFT — <a href="https://feralfront.com/thread/2526056-ferris-harbringer-the-rift/">TAGS</a></strong></woltlab-metacode><br>They were two very, very different people. Raised in the same household (for a certain amount of time, anyway) but had gone on two very different paths. If she had been anyone else, then Lorraine would have been correct in her assumption that Ferris had complimented her because he expected something out of it. Well, not <em>expected</em>, per say, but he would have liked something to come of it. The dingo noticed her staring, but didn't say anything about it. Yeah, he'd lost some weight, so fuckin' what? In fact, it was a great way to slim down. Just tweak around for a few years and watch the pounds shed <em>right off</em>. Her innocence had not been lost, it seemed, and he gave a smirk at her comment, snorting in amusement. <span style="color: white"><strong>"Right,"</strong></span> he muttered, <span style="color: white"><strong>"just Lorraine."</strong></span> Her next comment, instead of troubling him, only made his smirk widen. <span style="color: white"><strong>"What? You thought I'd left you guys and wandered off and gotten myself killed? I've been roaming the streets since before you could speak English, baby,"</strong></span> he shrugged, surprised that she even cared.</p>
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<p class="text-justify">Ferris felt bad for not feeling the same way about her. Well, he loved her like a sister -- sure, but he didn't like her. They had nothing in common, her family had ruined his family - had ruined his <em>life</em>, actually. Lorraine had been a burden, an inconvenience, and Ferris had shirked the responsibility of looking out for her onto his parents. Not that they were supposed to be free from the task, either, but the canine certainly hadn't made it any easier for them. <span style="color: white"><strong>"BlizzardClan, huh?"</strong></span> He repeated, just trying to make conversation, at this point, <span style="color: white"><strong>"I'll have to stop by and visit sometime."</strong></span> He probably wouldn't, but he might.</p>
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<p class="text-justify">If Ferris heard her mention that their parents were dead, he didn't show it. His muscles tensed slightly, though, and he clenched his jaw, but only for a second before they went slack and he looked as though nothing had happened. <span style="color: white"><strong>"I've been around. A little in BloodClan, a bit here. Mostly just roaming - doing what I do best-"</strong></span> whatever that was. He chose not to address her devastating news, mostly because he just didn't know what to say. Ferris had always been very close with his dad up until he'd remarried, and then things had gotten.. strained. He'd never liked Lorraine's mom, but he didn't wish her dead. He didn't wish either of them dead. Knowing that he couldn't say sorry to them, that he couldn't try and explain why he'd done the things he'd done, it brought a newfound emptiness in him. He missed them. A lot.</p>
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<p class="text-justify">She had missed <em>him</em>? That was.. unexpected. He didn't reject the embrace - in fact, he returned it, but it didn't last long. He pulled away quickly - partially because he wasn't used to the affection, and partially because he felt somewhat suspicious. She showed up out of the blue, she <em>missed</em> him. Huh, the scrawny dingo supposed that Lorraine had always been a kind person by nature. Perhaps this wasn't that out of character for her. In fact, now that Ferris thought about it - yeah, this wasn't that odd at all. She had always been a nice girl. <span style="color: white"><strong>"Good to see you, Lorraine. How have things been going for you? I remember last time I saw you, you were about yea big."</strong></span> He raised his paw a ridiculously short distance from the ground, flashing a quick grin in her direction. He wanted to move on from what she had told him, and the only way he could do that was if he started to act like himself again. <span style="color: white"><strong>"You don't do any of the things that <em>other</em> European girls do, right?"</strong></span> Ferris knew Lorraine probably wouldn't catch his reference - it was dirty. She could be a little naive when it came to stuff like that, but perhaps in the time that had passed between them, her mind had found its way to the gutter.</p>
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<p class="text-justify"><strong>OOC</strong> whoops this was way longer than i expected</p>

@SOLA. U,MMM YA POLLUX WOULD U FRICKIN NERD PUNK

Nice wrong account and wrong character

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Confrontation was something that Ferris steered clear from - friendly socialization, though, now that was something that he was good at. The dingo had been out basking in the sun, enjoying the feeling of warmth on his golden coat. He had just been thinking about the unusually warm weather when, out of nowhere, the sun was swallowed by clouds and fat droplets of rain began to fall mercilessly from the sky. Ferris hated the rain, he was not built for cold weather. In fact, even if he wasn't dangerously underweight, he wouldn't be built for cold weather. It didn't take long for the rain to chill him to the bone, and the canine began to shiver, teeth clacking together every time he stopped clenching his jaw.

Before he could reach cover, the clouds vanished just as quickly as they had appeared. "What the fuck?" Ferris grumbled, instinctively reaching for his cigarette behind his ears, only to find that it had slipped from its spot when he'd been trying to find somewhere to escape the rain. A low growl of irritation escaped him, but it wasn't the end of the world; the dingo had other means of satisfying his nicotine cravings. The small leather pouch around his neck, it held the rest of his stash. He was about to dig into it, but noticed a figure upon the borders - one that he didn't recognize. And he was pretty good at recognizing figures. If you caught his drift.

Padding over, a smile on his face, though his ears were twitching slightly out of annoyance that his cigarettes were gone, he glanced over Alex a few times. "Well, hell-o," he grinned, raising a brow and smirking at the female. He hadn't seen her before, but he definitely wouldn't mind seeing her again. "And to what do we owe the pleasure of having such a pretty lookin' gal like you upon our borders?" Smooth, Ferris - very flattering.

omg i jsut replied to her joining HAHA

heck yes i like it already ;^)

i have so many threads i need to make alkdsl ill add this one 2 my list

<p class="text-justify">Ferris didn't view his habits as an addiction. He viewed them as a hobby - some people enjoyed knitting sweaters, hunting for their clan, productively contributing by suggesting events; he enjoyed snorting stimulants. He felt like he could stop whenever he wanted, even though he was constantly craving it and would never willingly stop, so the dingo decided that didn't categorize him as an addict. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for him, he hadn't ever gone long enough without a fix to see if he had withdrawals. So, by his logic, he was not addicted to drugs, he simply did them for fun. A nice way to start, continue, and end the day. Like a few cups of coffee every couple of hours. Although ecstasy was his drug of choice, he sometimes did cocaine, though it was a bit more expensive and most of it wasn't pure. He listened to Lorraine try and correct him, but then she cut off. He knew what she would have said, he had heard it before, countless times: 'Ferris, your drug habit will kill you!' 'Ferris, you have no one to blame but yourself for this.' Ferris, this. Ferris, that. He didn't <em>care</em>, was what no one realized - but of course, they couldn't understand, either. No one who cared about him, even a little bit, could wrap their heads around the fact that he had thrown everything away just for a high. He'd jeopardized his health, friendships, and family relations just for a fix. He didn't blame them for not understanding, because he didn't really get it himself.</p>
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<p class="text-justify"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>"Yeah?"</strong></span> He asked when Lorraine mentioned that he'd probably like BlizzardClan. Yeah, maybe he could, but he doubted it. Just the name was enough to make up his mind about the place. Cold weather didn't do it for him, he didn't have enough fat or muscle stored up to protect himself against weather that wasn't scorching - that was why he had enjoyed BloodClan so much. <span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>"That sounds nice,"</strong></span> he added smoothly, nodding his head and offering a polite smile. The dingo was lying through his teeth. He had the heart to lie to his sister, but not to outright tell her that he had no interests in staying in, what he imagined to be, a frozen wasteland for a few days.</p>
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<p class="text-justify">He was glad that things were going well for her - though he had already expected that to be her answer even before she'd said it. Lorraine had done everything right, why <em>wouldn't</em> life he going well for her? In fact, if she had given him any other answer, he probably would have lectured her on how the world was her oyster, or some bullshit like that. Ironic. <span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>"That's good,"</strong></span> he answered, tail wagging slightly as he listened to her continue on. At her mention that he must have 'been on something,' the dingo gave a laugh. <span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>"High on life, Lorraine,"</strong></span> he smirked. And.. of course she didn't know what he meant. <span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>"I'll tell you when you're older."</strong></span> How many times had he said <em>that</em> to her? It was safe to assume that this wasn't the first time. Another laugh escaped from his throat after he said that, but it was abruptly cut short when he felt the familiar trickle of blood down his nose. <span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>"Fuck,"</strong></span> Ferris hissed under his breath, tongue darting upwards to wash the blood away. If he hadn't been facing Lorraine, he probably could have gotten away with it, but he would have had to be an idiot to assume that she didn't see.</p>
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<p class="text-justify"><span style="color:#FFFFFF;"><strong>"Dry sinuses,"</strong></span> Ferris explained with a shrug.</p>

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HELL YELL let's do it,,,
do u have any ideas of what might go down in the thread or should it be a mutual "i remember ur ass"
dude i miss old hc so much sheds a single tear

(wrong account again)
IT CAN BE A MUTUAL THING
Pol might even try 2 befriend him *eyes emoji*

Ferris hadn't really thought he would find himself on BlizzardClan's borders anytime soon, but here he was. If anyone asked, he wasn't doing this for Lorraine, he was doing it for himself. The Rift hadn't been for him, and he wanted to expand his horizons a little bit. Why BlizzardClan? Well, because he already knew one person here, so why not? The stone staircase that seemed to disappear into the clouds was a bit suspicious, at first. It reminded him of the nursery tale, Jack and the Beanstalk. Don't follow things up into the clouds, and certainly don't invite yourself into the houses that you find when you reach the top. However tempting it was to find somewhere else to go, he thought about how hurt his sister would be if she had known that he'd stopped by and hadn't at least said 'hello' to her. The dingo gave a sigh, paw resting gingerly on the first step before he began to ascend them, hoping that the increase in pressure wouldn't cause one of his infamous nosebleeds to start. Maybe if he went slowly...

He reached the top of the staircase without any problems, but when he did, he couldn't really believe what he was seeing. Was he on an acid trip, or were these islands really floating? The island that he was on seemed to be a jungle, which was fine with him. Jungles usually were synonymous with humidity and warmth - and while that wasn't ideal, it wasn't half as bad as being surrounded by water on all sides like he had in his last home. Boy, talk about stranded. Ferris thought he'd go crazy if he had to stay on that tiny, secluded sector for another damn second. His paws landed on the grassy earth, and he glanced around, still not quite sure if this was even real. Lorraine hadn't mentioned anything about floating islands - perhaps she had wanted him to see for himself. Either way, Ferris decided that if this was a trip, he'd finish exploring when he came down off of it. If it wasn't, then.. shit, this place was cool.

"Ferris Harbinger, joining. Might have a dual alliance with the Rift, though - I dunno. Not quite sure yet." Quite the introduction. Ferris hadn't 'officially' left the Rift, but the lithe canine still wasn't quite sure if he was going to head back. There was just all the walking... and then the wasted time... it would probably be easier to just stay in BlizzardClan.

"What's cookin', Good Lookin'?" Ferris asked with his typical grin, the rhetorical question directed at Imperia. She reminded him an awful lot of Lorraine; perhaps it was the French they both spoke, or maybe it was the fact they were both canines. It was probably both, though. Either way, Ferris found himself liking Imperia just a teeny bit more than Lorraine, if only for the sole purpose of being able to flirt with her. The next guy to approach caught Ferris' attention for a different reason. What he lacked in sexual appeal (to Ferris, anyway) he made up for in enthusiasm. "Glad to meet ya," the dingo nodded with a smile. He was surprised as how quickly, and how many, people had come to usher him into the new clan - they were all so friendly, too. It was weird. He supposed that BlizzardClan wasn't half bad after all.

It was almost like him and Jerseyboy were the same person, and Ferris was almost relieved. So many people were repulsed by his appearance, his habits, the way he spoke, it would be nice to have another degenerate around. And he meant that in the most affectionate possible way. "Always," the dingo smirked, removing a cigarette from behind his ear and putting it between his lips, leaning forward so that the tomcat could light it for him. Speakin' of friendly, eh? How was the Rift? "S'alright, I guess. Not much action goin' on there. Not many girls -" pretty ones, anyway, "and I got my ass kicked while I was over there. I don't like it very much." He still had traces of the fight. His eye was no longer swollen, but his ears were scarred and nicked in several places. The scraps and cuts that were scattered around his body had healed, for the most part, and only the deeper ones remained etched into his fur. It didn't look out of place, though - Ferris was a drug addict, and he supposed people assumed that his appearance was in relation to his habit. For the most part, they were right, but sometimes things happened that weren't his fault.

Upon Lorraine's arrival, the dingo would offer her a more genuine smile (as opposed to the one that made people feel like he was trying to scam them) and gave her a nod in greeting. "It's... uh, it's different, for sure. Thought I was goin' out of my mind for a second there." Ferris gave a small chuckle after that, though it turned into somewhat of a hoarse cough. Taking time to clear his throat, the tattered male continued. "Can I still take you up on that offer to use your extra blankets?"

Ferris turned to Nathaniel, exhaling smoke out through his nostrils (though taking care to do it away from Nathaniel's face), and nodded his head in acknowledgement to the male's reassurance that this was not a hallucination. "Right-o," Ferris confirmed with another grin at Nate's inquiry, "used to be a part of BloodClan, too. That was a long time ago, though.. I don't talk with them much these days." That was an understatement. He didn't talk to anyone in BloodClan at all these days. "You go by Nate? Or you got a strict, no-nickname policy?" the dingo, not skipping a beat between his last explanation and his new question. Ferris knew that some people hated nicknames - he was one of them. Mostly because his nickname was Fer, which sounded a bit too much like Fairy, for his liking. Other nicknames were alright, he supposed - like Ferris Wheel, Ferris Bueller (though he didn't understand that one), and a few others that had nothing to do with his name. Fer and Ferry were off the table, though. He digressed, though.

Imperia's literal answer to his question made him laugh, especially because he hadn't been expecting her to answer. Since growing up with Lorraine, though, he knew that people who were bilingual tended not to get the idioms and rhetorics of English. He flashed her a brief wink, duly noting what she looked like so that he could strike up a conversation with her again without trying to remember if they'd met. He also struggled with that, for some reason. When she moved closer to Lorraine, he snorted in amusement, "I could ask you the same question, sweet cheeks." He didn't, though, because he figured that they did know each other. "Anyways, yes, I suppose we do. Lorraine's my sister," Ferris explained briefly, giving yet another nod of his head.

bump since i moved ferris 2 blizzardclan

howdy

tracking

So far, Ferris didn't have much of a solid opinion on BlizzardClan. He liked it, but he liked everything, and everyone. In fact, Ferris was positive that he had no mutual enemies - he just wasn't hateful. At least, not anymore.. those days were long past him. The dingo couldn't recall if Feliks had been in BloodClan at the same time as him, the name could have been familiar, but Ferris had never been good with things like that. At the wolf's call, the dirtied canine found himself strolling over, a brow raised and an idiotic grin on his face. Ferris didn't know who this guy was, but he liked him already, though he wasn't sure why the former leader considered the clan to be a fat ugly moth. He didn't know why Feliks assumed they all counted mice, either. Ferris hadn't even seen a mouse in.. who knew how long. That being said, the dingo supposed he was focusing on the wrong aspects of what Feliks had said. Instead of questioning it further, he plopped down next to Gingerbread and Witchpaw, smile still remaining plastered on his face.

By the looks of it, Gingerbread was not very happy with Feliks. In fact, he seemed like he downright just didn't like him at all. Huh. Ferris found it safe to assume that this was not the first time the brown wolf had insulted BlizzardClan. Either that, or these guys just weren't great at taking jokes - but was Feliks even joking? The drama was captivating, and it certainly held his interest, but he did find himself wondering if Feliks himself had taken into consideration that he was a part of the 'fat ugly moth' that was BlizzardClan.

/ninja'd

Contrary to what people might have thought, Ferris didn't feel like he had hit rock bottom. In fact, he thought that he was doing pretty well for himself. Despite being grossly underweight and scavenging for roadkill in order to feed himself, he liked to think things were going fine. Weight could always be put on, and once that happened, he could start hunting for himself. Confrontation was something he shied away from, also due to his weight - but he didn't mind that one as much, mostly because he didn't enjoy fighting anyways. If Lorraine had offered to help him, Ferris likely would have been offended. He was doing fine. Sure, he snorted prescription pain pills and hard drugs for fun, but who didn't, from time to time? The only thing Ferris didn't seem to realize was when it had gone from a 'once in a while' thing, to a full blown addiction. Admitting you had a problem was the first step to recovery, right? Well, Ferris didn't exactly want to recover, and he didn't think he had a problem. Lorraine's pity for him was misplaced and he didn't need it.

"Guess I will," the dingo agreed nonchalantly, not wanting to talk about BlizzardClan much anymore. He had no plans on leaving the Rift, but then again, Ferris didn't really have plans for anything. The dingo lived his life by acting on whims, doing whatever he felt like doing in the spur of the moment. Sometimes it worked out in his favour, sometimes it landed him with two black eyes. Either way, he couldn't say for sure if he'd visit his sister once she left. Right now, though, it didn't look promising. "Nah, not really. There's this one guy, a raccoon. We drank together once, but I haven't see him too much since then. There was another guy here, Hector, I think we could've been friends, but I haven't seen him around much, either. No friends, but everyone's friendly enough." Ferris wasn't really the type of guy to have reliable friends. He considered most of his acquaintances to be his friends, but when it came to genuine friendship, that was something the dingo hadn't been exposed to for quite some time.

"Yes, coitus. European girls are known for the crazy, hot sex that they have. Just wanted to make sure my favourite sister didn't end up following any stereotypes." He wasn't as conservative as Lorraine, obviously, and he wasn't going to sugarcoat his vulgar language with fancy Latin words. If that was even Latin, he didn't have much of an ear for foreign languages, either. Lorraine could have spoken to him in German and called it French and he would've believed her. Well, maybe not those two languages. Ferris wasn't that ignorant. His ears flattened at what she said next, his gaze level with hers. For a second, he looked almost embarrassed, but before it could really register, Ferris looked away, a look of irritation crossing his features. "What do you want me to tell you, Lorraine? That I get nosebleeds because I spend my day sitting around and snorting coke? That my sense of smell is fucking fried because I've done enough drugs since this morning to kill an elephant? Is that what you want to hear? Does that ease your worries? Does hearing me say the truth make it any easier for you?"

Ferris hadn't meant to snap at her, and he actually felt bad about it, but he knew what everyone thought of him, even if he pretended like it was alright. He was a fucking degenerate. A stain on his spotless family record. Not the Harbinger family, but his real family. He was the scum of the earth, sloshing through the filth along with the other dregs of society. Ferris had learned to accept that long ago, why the fuck couldn't everyone else? "I lie because it's a hell of a lot easier for you to hear than what I just said. Isn't it, Lorraine?"

AW PERRIS
n she even speaks french wow thts cute

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