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Anon, Anon, Anon, the pain in his ass.
They decided to rob a bank for… fun, he thinks, and he had to deal with it. After a while later, with a couple of gashes and a lot of scratches, he couldn’t catch them. “Damn it….” He mutters as he goes back to base, his arm around his ribs to keep them from failing him even more. Why couldn’t he just be stronger?
He fumbles with the keys and opens the door to his shared apartment. At least Anon has a bunch of medical shit. He thinks as he opens the door, his eyes falling onto Anon on the couch, nursing a sprained wrist and a bunch of cuts on their arms. “Rough day too, huh?” He asks as he closes the door behind him. “Ow, ow, ow….” He mutters as he sits next to you, reaching to grab the rubbing alcohol. “Uhm, can you help me or is that wrist too bad?” He says with a small smile despite his pain.











