الان دارم اینجا براتون حرف‌های قلمبه سلمبه می‌زنم ولی در واقعیت می‌خوام برم زیر پتو بقیه کتابم رو بخونم که درمورد یه دتکتیو توی یه سیاره‌ی دیگه‌ست که توانایی تشخیص احساسات درونی آدما از چیزی که نشون می‌دن رو داره و بخاطر ضربه‌ای که به سرش وارد شده قادر به استیبل نگه‌داشتن قدرتش نیست ولی بخاطر همین توانایی‌ش توی سرویس امنیت بین‌کهشکشانی کار می‌کنه و دنبال یه قاتل سریالیه که کسایی که می‌کشه تماما مجرمن و هربار که جسد یکی از مقتول‌ها پیدا می‌شه همراه با یه فایل کامل از تمامی جرایمشونه.
oh and it's m/m

و اصلا دلم نمی‌خواد بخوابم

The Glitches came fast, like flashes that discombobulated him and had him stumbling backward a full step without meaning too. His breath quickened, a heavy and thick sensation of dread enveloping him like a warm blanket in the middle of a sweltering summer spent in the desert. There were bits of surprise thrown in there, and worry—for him, he realized—but discomfort was the over-encompassing emotion.

He slipped into the worst stage of it all rather quickly, his throat closing up as his brain struggled to make sense of what was happening to his body and sort through all the outside input. He gasped, trying to suck in oxygen only to flounder. His face was no doubt turning red and he clawed at his throat as if that somehow would help.
He was going to suffocate, in this room, surrounded by strangers.

- I’d much rather accept people as they really are.
+ That’s how you end up surrounded by unmentionables.
- I said I’d accept them. I didn’t say I’d stick around.

"See, that’s the problem then. I want to keep you around"

خب نه خیلی مسخره شد‌
فقط صد صفحه‌ی اولش خوب بود.
خورد تو ذوقم...

برم بخوابم
شما هم به عاشوب بگید بره بخوابه

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