Summary: “Get a clip-on next time,” Faolan smirks as he steps back to admire his handiwork.
Prompt: Julian and Kelsey are to blame for this
They’re late for the party, some high society fling that Faolan’s had his eye on for the last week, and it’s mostly Ferdinand’s fault this time. A tie fiasco is slightly more embarrassing for him than, say, the time that Faolan ended up putting a guy’s face through a punch bowl, but at least they’re not being thrown out of an apartment on account of tangled silk.
Yet, anyways. Ferdinand’s sure if anyone could make something outrageous out of that, it’d be Faolan.
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Summary: He is so, so very hungry.
Prompt: “Ferdinand sort of semi-into becoming a splicer and kind of trying to adjust to it? like starting to get weird and fucked up looking and also oh god ADAM cravings n shit”
It’s not that he’s never been hungry before. Far from it, actually. But stomach-cleaving hunger pangs have got nothing on the feral creature in Ferdinand that screams for just another kick, just a little bit more of that good ‘ol ADAM.
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