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( Sitting against her tree, exhaling softly and stretching her arms slowly, her hair flowing freely.
How many years has it been now..? )
Happy birthday, Ryoko. Merry Christmas, Matsu.
( The flowers sprouting around the makeshift gravesites are a pretty sight now. )
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( Iris immediately let out a gasp, though stifled through gritted teeth, red eyes widening as the hand on his head moved away.
Then her eyes narrowed. )
Stop whining like that. You know I hate when you do that.
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But Irisssss . . . .
[ dragging out her name, whining like he used to in school. The same way he would throw his tantrums while shouting up at her.
standing up from being on his knees and lifting her up into his arms. ]
I don't want to have the pretty role.
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โ one is your favorite, Kaz. If you had to choose. โ
She angled the crossbow at eye level, taking note of the gruesome looking knives set into the flight groove.
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โ But that was their whole thing. Insanity. Iris had no real room to judgeโฆ. it was her job to keep them alive, not keep them โnormal.โ
She glanced at the gaudy looking weapon before looking back into the trunk, reaching for a crossbow-looking thing.
โ Well. Which โ
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Right, masochist. Thatโsโฆ still kind of their whole thing. Iris holds back any sigh or outward look of confusion, instead just letting her eyes glint with obvious interest.
Itโd be a lie to say it wasnโt impressive, and itโd be even worse to say it wasnโt insane. โ
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++ down into the trunk and retrieving a rather bulky assault rifle with the blade of a chainsaw retrofitted to it's frame just beneath the barrel .
โ Even got stuff for the messy types ~ . โ
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( Trying to not stumble as he gets closer, continuing her actions even as the weight in her hand grew. )
Do not push your luck. You get what I say you do.
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[ feeling the affection, he practically threw himself at her. Freak. Mood goes from one to another... ]
Mmm . . . nope! It's got to be a forever thing.
[ nuzzling his cheek against her hand. Dog. ]