as though an uncurable poison. A weapon in the hands of someone with nothing left to loose.
"What? Figured you'd get me whilst I wasn't paying attention? Stab me in the back too? Well that work work /birdy/." Slowly, he edged towards the window.
There was only really one person it could have been.
A guttural growl left him as he whirled around to see the door opening, standing from his crouched place on the floor. Nose wrinkled in disgust.
"You've got some nerve showing your face here, /Hawks/ ." The name, hissed
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