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it’s quiet .
a rare luxury . something not taken for granted as the lieutenant wipes crimson from the sharp edge of his blade .
——— methodical // practiced .
each stroke of the cloth not without purpose . hands moving so his mind can wander ever so slightly .
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( hands slick down his own hair just that little bit more . mindful of the white patch that always seems to cow lick itself strange . ghost is quick to get out of the car , moving around to swing open soap’s door . right and proper charming , he thinks . )
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( leaning forward slightly —— eyes narrowing . )
can’t just do that to me , johnny .
if i tell you a secret reckon it’s only fair you do the same . how does that sound ?
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( ghost only follows his warmth . taking a step closer . not imposing — more moth to an open flame . )
c’mon now , why would i be doing that ? especially after i let you do / this / ?
( shirt tugged aside — exposing the teeth marks in his arm . ghost looks towards
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