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โ It wasn't out of... Enjoyment... โ He mumbled, feeling his head on the floor again.
He was contemplative after Seven left, returning his attention after listening to the criminal's voice.
โ Hrrrm... โ He lets a small grunt, feeling the water on his lips. โ Why >>
[He continues his examination for a moment longer before suddenly pulling away. Without another word, he leaves.]
[Seven comes back with an unopened plastic bottle of water]
You seem to enjoy drinking. [He growls as he removes the cap. He kneels down beside The Doorman]
โ Oh, I lost count quickly... I'm not used to it... Hah-... โ Back when he had his powers, it was rather hard for him to get drunk, and it wasn't a constant thing... Much like every sensation of his vessel: it came in irregular waves.
Every movement of The Doorman >>
Perfect, he thinks? That's rather cute, honestly... There's no perfection to be reached with human hands: now he can truly say it.
He's watching the Venator do his craft in silence, next to one of the hideout's columns.
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โ I have the feeling you wouldn't like my answer, so my lips are sealed. โ Instead, he offered a slight smile, somewhat condescending in nature...
The reason he was hiding was incredibly simple: he was just better than any mortal. That was all he needed to uphold his >>
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track of those things: to blink approximately 20 times per minute, to accompany my speech with breathing, to move my features to display emotion... I didn't use to drop things or fail tasks, because I would be doing it on purpose. โ At some point, he looked lost in >>
That sentence felt awfully familiar... Because he used to do that: scaring people with his sudden appearance just for a bit of harmless fun.
Now, The Doorman didn't fancy the comparisons, perhaps because his entire, complicated and intriguing existence as an extraplanar >>
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She giggled, apologizing, seemingly unusual for the normally snotty vampire. โ Apologies. I didn't mean to scare you. หฎ
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to be able to back up his contempt... Which he can't do now.
He looked at her, slightly frowning.
โ I can't even go back to the work I loved so much... Nothing would be more humiliating than to underperform where I've always excelled. โ This body was weak, limited, >>