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endeared smile on her lips while watching him, slow blinking as he finally faced her. “kisses you will get, then.” gently squishing his cheeks, soft kiss to their lips.
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he squints. that’s .. unusual. really peculiar. why would a being want desperately to be under there … especially after tricking death so many times. he leans again, eyelids fluttering shut as he lays a hand on the false tombstone &&
"right, well . . ." voice trails off, umber hues locked upon gravestone, freshly—changed flowers, and a printed picture of himself and a—ri encased in plastic. "i wish i was six feet under too."
eyebrows creased, immaculate wings spreads wide——ridiculous attempt to look assertive. * you’re mistaken! he’s not the one you want! he affirms, gaze trailing back down on the almost——corpse laying on the ground, bleeding for a stab——wound.
And why is @SUGVRTALKIN protecting a feeble little soul, delaying further of their time. The grim reaper only narrows their gaze, yielding his scythe to them.