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❪ a hand hovered just above her own——- a squeeze of reassurance before making their way to a nearby eatery , arm in arm . ❫ you have my thanks . . . and as such , i encourage you to order as you wish .
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hm ִ 𖤠 to hear i’m valued by the head of the stonehearts is quite the compliment . i’ll take it with grace . though . . . to call us coworkers is quite the reach .
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❪ a short hum——- fingers remaining connected with white locks . rolling tresses between roughened fingers as a result of recent travels . ❫
your tone suggests otherwise . you poor thing . . . ❪ hand extends , hovering just above his cheek . ❫
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⋞⠀ visibly dejected,⠀ shifting his position so that he sits on ratio's thighs instead⠀ ┈───mindlessly plucking onto the doctor's shirt.⠀ if he has dog ears,⠀ they are certainly weighed down now.⠀ ⋟
tsk.⠀ i am happy.
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fallen pliable within the dove’s hold , the corner of his lips remaining pulled in something akin to a smile . perhaps . . . yet it’s best not to question such events , no ִ 𖤠
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❪ lips hold back the urge to curl——- instead , maintaining a contour of composure , gazing directly into duel tones . as if testing . ❫
yes , ‘ friend ‘ is there perhaps . . . an issue ִ 𖤠 not glad to see me ִ 𖤠
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⋞⠀ ??⠀ lifting his body up by perching his hands on each side of ratio's head,⠀ the overseer's brows furrowed;⠀ lips pursing into a visible disapproving pout.⠀ ⋟
friend ?
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