there’s a blink to focus back —— tuned to reality 𖬺 hands pressed to his lower abdomen. “ • they found me. “ he shifts in attempts to stand 𖬺 hide. foreign staring the prompt for self destruction —— considering he’s barely
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well 、he’s not wrong about being cautious. “ • no. i think this is enough. “ tone shifts to a more appreciative kind —— but he insists in maintaining distance 、whatever it may be.
gaze drags over that of his newest acquaintance , lip caught beneath the weight of pointed canines . “ khaslana . “ a curt reply as his caution is palpable . an air about the man does not allow his guard to lower . “ is there any assistance i can offer , merle﹖ “