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gambit ain’t one for disciplining the students. ” casting of a be͟nign gaze, accompanied by the intersection of forelimbs across his chest. “ what got y’ in here? ”
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for a moment, no notice was taken of the supposed nuisance ‘afore him; arms languidly unfold above, concurrent to the churning of an assuredly exaggerated yawn. “ 𝐬ent me? ... ☠︎
quiet and brooding, sat solo in a room that according to x—men is supposed to serve as timeout. door opens for the nth time in a row, giving @diablypse a taste of imprisonment; barely casting single ⤸
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claret—imbued orbs forecast a transient, yet humorous lour; v͟irtually mimicking the other. “ ... were you born with that frown on your face ‘stique? ” @skinshifts.
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inquisitive, he prys. adopting an ever—so peculiar guise as they ambled on. “ y’ ever wonder why 𝐲𝐨𝐮 could never copy abilities too? ... unfair if you’re askin’ me. ” @shapeshiftng.
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godawful ﹠̲ juvenile attempt at puttin’ a man down [ ... ] au contraire, i feel you might actually learn something from the man who refers to himself in the third person.