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fingers tap away at what the man uses for support, taking note of the lack of cane.
" you used to be so happy to see me, ๐ฎ๐ณ. ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต. "
with a kick of boot, the door swings shutโ solidifying drecm's presence in what is meant to be the other's safe haven. but that's always what he's done, isn't it ? intruding, prying apart the instances of wiIbur's life for disruption.
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he perks up at the change in tone ; so often does the man's voice teeter between monotone && annoyed. this is differentโ ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ.
&& it's what fuels the forceful twist of the knob, door swinging open as he watches wil stumble
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flat palms pressed against the dark wood are just as useless โโ he won't be able to withstand any forceful entry, cornered in his own house.
โ go. away. โ he tries again, but desperation slips into the pathetic plea.
he actually * laughs, digits curling around the knob && giving a useless turn -- it's more mocking than anything. he could have this door open in seconds.
" oh come on, wil. it's a special occasion ; i'm here to celebrate ! "
a thrill.
he should've just left the knock unanswered, is his first thought. his next thought, upon seeing who it is, is to slam the door shut again.
not today โโ of all days, he can't deal with him today.
โ fuck off, dreamโ- โ