a low, ironic chucke erupted from the exorcist, who agreed with a gentle nod afore verbally responding. “ of course, ” he expressed, rolling the eyes behind violet lenses, “ but, y'know ... —
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⠀an okay was not sufficient for any delivery of hers. yet, the soft edges of her features did not waver.
⠀the perfectly groomed brow quirks atop porcelain skin. the fuzzy ear flicks, betraying the stoic⠀₊
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my line of work has taught me it's never a good idea to act on first impressions ——— many can trick the eye. ”
back to the caffeine, second sip was longer, needed. a brief moment of silence, —
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“ it's 'kay, sweet enough. ” exorcist's hues still glued to the fox, as though as trapped in a magnetic field, feeling unable and unwilling to drive his gaze anywhere else (...) now, about her —
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⠀raise of perfect brows before honeyed hues lower, hiding the weak smile that overtakes her maw. ⠀“ 𝘮――𝘩𝘮. you are certainly not the first to ask⠀... ”
⠀a tap of index against own cheek,⠀₊
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nature ... locke's brim were shaped into a haughty grin, a long the lines of her playful, cryptic response ——— the man welcomed her defiance with open arms.
“ im sure you wouldn't want to leave —