the lamb follows its master to the slaughter. i follow you into the oblivion, but i am not as blind as a lamb. i know you will hurt me, and i will forgive you for it.
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i’m just messing with you ———┈ i would rather not one of the better sorcerers out there get ʿ shot out back. ʾ because he hit his late thirties.
don’t you feel more . . . mature .ᐣ
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you’re being dramatic, 𝒈ojo - san. you can still be hip and cool or whatever the older generation says.
of course i wouldn’t know any better, though ———┈ i still have my youthful shine. ❪ twenty - three. ❫
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firmly planting her foot against the floor and using her 𝒶id as an anchor, she holds onto the pole before the train 𝑏egins to move.
bag accidentally brushing against @shichakoes when it 𝒹oes.
ʿ oh, i , i’m 𝓈orry .ᐟ ʾ
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there’s no other seats on the 𝓈ubway when 𝓴otoko files in, carefully keeping her balance with her crutch. even the seats 𝓁eft for the disabled seemed to be taken up ———┈ but the 𝓉hought of asking seemed terrible.
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ʿ a , anyway, chị ———┈ i was told we’ll be investigating a death in 𝓈hinjuku. a young girl working at a café was found near the . . . 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 out back. ʾ
shuddering at the thought, grip tightening on her 𝑔rimoire.
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she was expecting . . . a little 𝒽arsher. it’s not 𝓴otoko’s first mission with a grade one and she 𝑑oubts that it’ll be the last ———┈ but this one is just. 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳.
less aggravated with her 𝑢sual killing spiel.
there’s a few things kemuri can immediately make note of about her new mission partner, beyond the obvious.
the crutch isn’t something she deems an issue, even if others her grade might,
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this is also usually where they’d 𝓈hake hands and what not, but she stays firmly 𝑤here she is. far enough to make a little bubble for herself in a way.
the thought of 𝓉ouching anyone makes her skin positively 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭.