This is it. I’m done with this. No one knows who I am, not even my own pet! Kumajirou, I’ve been your owner since I found you twelve years ago, and you still can’t remember my name. Alfred, I really hate how much of a dick you are to other people, mostly because when they go looking for you, they think I’m you and beat me up instead. Arthur, seriously, stop being so grouchy and cross with everyone, stop fighting with Francis, and stop calling me Alfred! Francis, leave Arthur alone, and please just keep your hands to yourself for once. And (Name), I’m so sorry I couldn’t tell you this in person, but I love you. And I’m sorry I have to leave you like this, and you’ll probably hate me forever. But don’t follow me into the next life. I want to be able to see you and your beautiful smile from wherever I end up. Live for both of us. Take good care of Kuma for me. Lastly, I w
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“God Dammit!” Thomas rolls his eyes.
Frank, with a mouth full of cold pizza, mumbles in empathy, “Wife packed ya tuna-salad again, huh.”
Thomas tosses the soggy sandwich down onto the table with a resounding glop.
“She knows I hate this stuff! I swear, I’ve almost reached my breaking point with this shit!”
“Why don’t you just pack your own lunch.” Kirby attempts to speak through teeth caked with salad. A drip of ranch dressing falls from Kirby’s lip and collides with the table. Thomas just glares at Ki