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it was that they are somehow here.
the metal hid the worst of it , a twitch of his lips born not from joy and tight at the corners , audible in his tone.
β how I've missed you. β
he muses , fingers reluctantly loosening their grip and pushing the other aside.
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he senses the resistance beneath his claws , alive and warm flesh that fought against his grip. the look they had given him is well deserved and he had no defense for it.
he needs to be resented and would not settle for anything less , by some cruel twist of fate (cont.)
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'Who...' -A painful headache reverberated in their skull, causing them to nearly collapse at the sensation. Memories try to come all at once, but most fail to stick, and his claws dig into Infinite as he had grasped onto the other without thought.-
-He felt ill.-
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yet itβs so often he doesn't feel like himself anymore , a foul craving suddenly taking over before he can catch up β ππππ.
roughly grabbing that damned mug and holding tight to a flesh he had missed so terribly.
β Where are you going , ππ§π¨ ? β
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his senses pricked up at the sound , snapping him from his automated staring.
it's a voice so familiar it banged at the back of his skull as he fought to pin down itβs source.
he didn't need to recall their faces as he had selfishy shut down their memories. (cont.)
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= Just walk past. Keep moving. But feet didn't want to respond to their whims, especially when looking at the other made their head ache. Could someone give them a break?Whatever higher power there is?=
'Staring's rude, you know.' =He coughed, looking away as he tried to move.=
"No, of course I didn't. But whatever." She lets him turn around, glaring into the Jackals back.
"Monsters can always see other monsters for what they are, I guess." Shrugging, she begins stalking towards a better place to hunt.