β β
β well β¦ I mean β β
they dig into their pockets ,
pulling out a few bunched up
pieces of paper . posters .
β Iβve been / trying /
to avoid you in the
first place ! β
β β
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he huffed , rolling
his eyes a little
before looking back
at the lamb , giving
them a look . β a
fuckin' poster .α£.α
don't be fuckin'
ridiculous .α β
β
β β
lamb takes the opportunity ,
scurrying back a little bit for safety .
they swallow , flinching from the
sudden movement of the lupara
being pointed .
β βm j-just β Iβm just trying
to find a posterβ! β
β β
β β β β
holding their hands up
and tilting their head back
to adjust to the lupara ,
a frown on their lips . β β β β β β β β
β β β β β β
[ * Lamb nods , slowly parting their hand from his as they turn around . They slide down their night vision goggles and gaze around before spotting a small bottle in the corner .
The slide over the counter is careful , unsure if there is glass on the other side but , there +
Agreed. Canβt stand it here.
[ Finally, a brief reprieve. The diner is dark, but empty. It gives them both a moment to catch their breath- and Blake a moment to dip his hands into the vats of βstewβ sitting in the middle of the room. ]
isnβt . Thereβs a little sigh of relief but not for long when the pungent scent of death fills their nose . flies buzz around a body in the corner behind the counter and it makes them recoil .
they grab the small med , chug it down then head back to Blake while tossing the +
β β β β
β β β β oh .. okay . well , I guess that makes the most sense with what you meant .
i suppose Iβll have to find a way to get you back then , hm ?
β β β β
β
β pain is essential to strengthen you,
β reagents. therapy consists of conβ
β trolled pain, not the crude type
β you experience in lousy bar fights
β & disagreements with your girlβ
β friends. β
β
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β β you just have to keep following me. you just have to keep embracing the trials and the skills they teach you.
can you do that for me, lamb?
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