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Gripping the doorhandle, Dexter jerked the door open just a peek down at the poor Nest Dash worker that still had their hand up from knocking on the door. They looked up at him in nervousness, "U-Uh, d-delivery for Dexter...?" They held out a bag of food from a local food truck, to which Dexter snatched from them and swapped a bag of carats to their hand as thanks, then slammed the door shut. He couldn't wait any longer. The desire, the craving was too much. Dexter quickly went ...

Rigel bit his nails with feverent anxiety as he stared at the message app on his phone. It had that all too familar red circle of death with a one in the middle, signifying someone had messaged him. Oh gods, what could someone want now? People only messaged him if they wanted something, which only stressed him out even more. He sat on his bed as he continued to stare at it, his anxiety continuing to mount even more as time went on without opening it. His mind was going rampant with par...