โฑ i will write out his full lore one day, iโm remarkably lazy. just know that his name is Dorian de Silva changed from Talbot. because he fucking hates that guy. and he fucking hates his job and cannot WAIT for the day he gets to burn down every talamasca facility in existence.
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๏น he frowns, wondering if his privilege has reared itโs ugly head just then. his fingers curl around nothing, lostโโโthen, he slips them into his pockets. ๏น
then iโll allow you to have a beer with me after work.
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๏น a grunt stifles the pleased sound he ๐๐๐๐๐ to make, a small smile, as he pulls his hand away. enough of that, otherwise he'd be screwed. ๏น
noโcanโdo, they need me too much.
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๏น itโs fortunate for perce he has no bearing on his effect. his thumbs are pressing thin to the middle of his palm, then gently smoothing outwards to release the tension there. ๏น
iโm telling you to take a damn break, smart ass.
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๏น a lazy grin masks the shock; hides the hammering of his heart in that '๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ' type of way. ๏น yeah, well, i'm good at what i do. it pays.
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๏น he takes his hand, or more appropriate he seems to snatch it from the airs stillnessโโsoft fingers kneading the rough, tense skin with something like appraisal. ๏น
youโve never been one for rules, and youโre not as expendable.
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well, that would be the ๐aperwork. the big wigs upstairs have been fucking me more than any other ๐๐๐๐๐๐. i haven't been able to catch a break, the last few weeks.
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