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Yeah, but I really feel like y’efforts are goin’ no where, Takeo. I don’t want that. Sure I’ve got some baggage but ‘m serious when I say she’s here and I’m near on peachy. Just off days.
. . . But I will. Thank ya.
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Lying about your medication can throw the data I have on you off. I'd rather be sure from now on.
Now, you may feel lightheaded or drowsy. Let me know, alright?
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₍ accommodating for the intrusion, he’s licking his lips the moment they’re taken away. ₎
I only lied those few times.
₍ pout upon features. grown ass man. ₎
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[ Two fingers pressed past Masaki's lips out of habit. His tongue was pushed aside, fingers gliding around his open mouth. ]
Good. We'll see how you feel in about thirty minutes.
[ Takeo removed his fingers and wiped them clean with the hem of his shirt. ]
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Kill Kira?
₍ A tightening grip. ₎
Takeo, I would 𝓴ill him too. I — I’m goin’ to. Momma says I gotta. She — she said, she said so. She —!
₍ His head falls back onto Takeo’s shoulder. ₎
And that — that 𝓢hinigami.
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. . .
₍ Silence, hand dropping to clutch the opposing shoulder of the other tight. ₎
. . .
₍ Not a word, but there’s a glint in his eyes. A spark — 𝓪we. He scans his face while a smile creeps on own. ₎
Kill him?
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Defensive, his nails dig briefly into the wood of the table.
Then, an apology quiet beneath breath, body relaxing instantly.
He hums, 〝̲ Yours must be too then, watch th’drink〝̲
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〝̲ Don’t go jokin’ around like that, Takeo, 〝̲ he sighs, propping chin upon palm of his hand. Just as psychologist observes, so does Masaki, eyes thinning, 〝̲ Ya can’t see her, so ya don’t go around commentin’ on women like that. 𝓖oddess or not. 〝̲
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" I recall a study suggesting a link between ones beauty and alcohol tolerance ... It appears your mother may be evidence of its validity." He chuckled. " I imagine your tolerance is rather low as well, hm? "
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₍ He goes to speak, cut off by void as per usual. It’s only seconds before he’s laughing, twirling Takeo’s hair around his finger, chin propped on shoulder. He’s looking at him all weird, unsettling. ₎
Momma says y’right! She doesn’t like him either.
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[ His eyes focus on the paragraph in question, half paying attention. ]
Mm. I think Kira is a hypocrite. He's power hungry, but doesn't want to admit it. Honestly pathetic, if you ask me.
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Not really. After Kira came around the paranormal magazines only talk about him. If I get lucky there's one mention of sasquatch but ... so far nothing.
[ He tilted the book for Masaki to get a better view. ]
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He picks up wine glass, swirling the liquid before taking a sip. Not a bat of an eye or an uncertain word, there’s no hallucination.
〝̲Can’t stomach it. She’s not built like we are, Takeo~〝̲
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Silver-haired looks to empty seat — to shinigami that drips viridian; 𝓔nvi. Her head tilts uncannily to communicate to scribe, who merely rolls his eyes.
〝̲ She’s not one for drinkin’. I’ll get her somethin’ when we’re home, Momma thanks ya though. 〝̲
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" I assure you, I’ll be on my best behavior tonight. "
Rather than passing the bottle, he poured the wine himself, his gaze an unwavering force.
" Please, allow me. " He purred, " Would your mother care for some as well? "
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