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❝ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋs, ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ?❞ 『ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ』『ғʀᴇᴇʟᴀɴᴄᴇʀ』 『ʀᴠʙ/ʜᴀʟᴏ』

[YOᖇK @AgentYork_]

⚜️ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏʀᴋ ⚜️

•ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ & ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ

•ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sʟ's

•ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ

•ʀᴛ's ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!

[YOᖇK @AgentYork_]

@RvB_Enigma --once again. But he didn't care enough to see who it was, not even had enough energy and will power to do such a thing.

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@RvB_Enigma In response to the anonymous poking on his side he just let out a muffled sigh. He could of figured it was North annoying the shit out of--

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--doing a single thing. Even getting out of his bed. What made it worst was there was no coffee either. God what a nightmare.

[ Open RP ]

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York would've lied down on his bed in his room. Face completely engulfed in his own pillow. The tired man just slept all damn day, without--

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@RvB_Enigma --a hand on her back.

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@RvB_Enigma The tol braces for the sudden fall from the smol.

It was successful.

"Hello again.."

York says as he looks down at the smol, placing-

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|| I need to be more active. If my muse doesn't keep on dying.

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@RvB_Enigma --Yorko, clever.

"Enjoy the food."

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@RvB_Enigma York would sit down next to the smol. Giving a good glance back into Enigma's eyes he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Sssss.."

Clever--

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@RvB_Enigma --fully, this will please the smol.

"Here you go. Careful, the plate is hot too."

York said, setting the plate on the table.

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@RvB_Enigma Half a sleep, York still managed to finish making breakfast.

Perfectly done scrabbled eggs and jelly toast. By yours truly.

Hope--

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@RvB_Enigma Wow, for a smol she punches pretty hard.

"Ow! What was that for?"

He looked at her, while rubbing his cheek.

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@RvB_Enigma --make honestly.

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@RvB_Enigma --proceeded towards the counter.

The Freelancer was planning on making some jelly toast and scrabbled eggs. Because that's all he could--

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@RvB_Enigma Yorko let out a soft sigh.

"Fine... I'll get to it."

He set down his coffee and slowly stood up. Whilst letting out a small yawn and--

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@RvB_Enigma --a bit.

Then Yorko continued to sip his coffee, it was close to being empty. Which wasn't good for him.

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@RvB_Enigma "Oh no, I don't want to fall down on the cold floor."

Yorko responded in a sarcastic manner, obviously to rile up the little one just--

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@RvB_Enigma || i had no part of that. It was the shotguns fault not ME

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@RvB_Enigma || as you see, yorko is trained in CLOSE QUARTERS

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@RvB_Enigma || i will kill your shotgun