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she collapses from exhaustion, panting as blood continues to drip and spill from their body.
a slow turn of the head to jason, eyes showing a gentle gaze.
“ jason… ”
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eyes had been shut tight, bracing herself for the cold embrace of death.
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but nothing happened.
with a shaky breath, lids slowly rise———a slow attempt to raise his hand and reach out to the other.
“ ja… son… ”
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“ g—AGH! ”
she gags, coughing up blood while being yanked towards the slasher. trembling hands grasp the other’s———crimson red painting her face and hands.
“ … pl—- please… ”
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❪ paces closer to the otherˎ weapon grasped. ❫ YOU RUN LIKE A DEER. LOOK LIKE ONEˎ TOO. ❪ the other`s clavicle grippedˎ grasped tightest. ❫ LOOK WHERE YOU`RE GOINGˎ DEADMEAT.
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“ the difference between you and i is that i don’t try to gamble with the killer recklessly. i am experienced in combat, chance. ”
“ don’t know if i can say the same for you. do you even know how to wield your gun? ”
stern gaze alike a commander, arms crossed.
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" Ah, if only I could! It's one of my favourite hobbies. A lifestyle really.. "
[ He chuckled, grabbing the medkit to keep in store for later. Chance smirked. ]
" Besides, you run full pelt with fists into a knife fight! You stay wary too yknow? "
`` Not to worry, I will be fine, my friend .
you can worry about your own sake . ``
TwoTime responds as they clutch their dagger in their right hand
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“ no need to be so rude with that look. ”
dark blue strands fall over his face, circling a pocket knife around his index finger.
“ they call me guest 1337. ”
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[ after a moment of…disappointment? Annoyance? At needing to interact with people once more, raising her head to eye the other. ]
" I could ask quite the same to you. "