@sicklypleasures ๐ฉ๐ค๐ช๐๐๐๐จ. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐๐จ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ."
they lean forward. their blank, metal face giving way to a large bloodshot eye in the middle.
"๐ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ. ๐๐๐๐ช๐ฉ๐๐๐ช๐ก."
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@sicklypleasures [they ignore the insults, merely sitting next to him. on the floor.]
๐ ๐จ๐๐ฉ. ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ . ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฃ.
[ arm rising again. a crackle of red electricity arcing from the barren wall, and a television melds forth from the solid from...somewhere.
๐ค๐ฃ๐ --
@sicklypleasures ๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐.
[even their assumptions sound more like a demand.]
[the two soon reach X's home, the door opening just from the presence of them. inside was...almost barren: barely any furniture, dark, and a stench of blood. must be their previous "guests"]
@sicklypleasures [the hand is relinquished back under the coat. now stood back up straight.]
๐ ๐๐ข ๐. ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ข๐, ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ข๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ.
๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ค๐ก๐ก๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐.
[they turn, beginning to move away; like they were floating.]