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“ • i will … but will you let me rest .ᐣ “ the sudden scent shifts from decay 𖬺 rot to loneliness. perhaps it is his past influencing his feelings. it’s nothing that should be perceived aloud. “ just a few minutes. “
a darker shade of gold within his eyes return to the other … they mirror sudden tiredness to win against his original purpose. there is nothing here 、worth his attention nor blade’s edge. though his hands remain up in sight.
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“ • i was simply exploring. “ presented hands upwards yet within reach of his own weapon. offered the truth finally. “ 𖬺 don’t show hostility to my natural traits. “ on cue ears pop sharp from the top of his head.
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