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⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ * ⠀⠀ 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝,
⠀ ⠀mourning⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀𝒍. ᵃmb

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“what if i don’t care about their opinions in the slightest?” they challenge all he’s done for them using the same steady voice; carrying a hint of amusement solely for B’s detection.

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the fingers are finally allowed release, the force used to pinch his cheek eases; pressure fades completely. there’s gentleness as their lithe hand retracts. “they’re not as bad as you treat them.” they’d assume so, at least.

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" I don't 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 to ... but it infuriates me when some 𝖜orthless, 𝖕arasitic, 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 thinks they have the right to trample over you. "

His nose scrunched with clear disdain, the expression souring further the longer he dwelled on it.

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“nothing.” 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠. “you shouldn’t have to get so angry over me.” pulling once more, their head turned to watch his expression— strands of ivory unluckily in the way.

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A faux, whine slipped past the boy's lips. He leaned into the pull, shifting just enough to ease the pressure on his cheek.

" What is it? "

Despite the aggravation tangled within his words, he made no real effort to pull away.
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too many questions, perhaps. they fell into examination of his cut hair, not enough changed, nothing, in fact. &̲ yet, a scoff— “you had no reason to cut them, it’s funny.” bandaged arms kept dangling by their side, *not giving in.

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white was his favorite color? that confession nearly drew out their smile— “white symbolizes purity. is 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 what interests you, 𝙱?” words woven in false curiosity. rag–holding hand wiped the sink.

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The observation was correct . . . 𝐚ll of the above.

Beyond was curious, brave, and especially shameless to boot. His avoidance had always been for his 𝐨𝐰𝐧 comfort. He held little regard for anyone else; empathy was a language he'd never quite learned to speak.

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they were truly curious this time. “what do you want?” they thought they knew … let them hear it. that hand extension seemed to have been demand draped in rehearsed civility; B was exceptional at mimicry.

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—— @exitpride
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pulling @DVWDGL by the cheek. *🫥

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@DVWDGL / me

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the alcohol ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 him. hm. “there are a lot of ways you could poison yourself. have you ever tried brewed poppy seeds?”

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“you’re hungover. i see that.” didn’t make it impossible to deduce what time it was. there’s another blink. they registered his uncertainty, &̲ would be as kind as to let him know. “five in the morning, by the way.”

[🦇 𝕸 ── 𝑰𝑰 𝕾𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓𓂃࣪˖🩸 @ChocoGenius]

Whether it was five in the morning or afternoon, it made little difference to him. Mello had to force himself more than he thought to lift his torso, pushing himself to sit up, despite he felt his head heavier than ever.

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they just so happened to be up. just so happened to find him.. “you’re dehydrated.”——spoken calmly; they don’t have water. “soon your breath will smell rotten.” they mused. never promised to bring him anything, remaining stood above him.

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corpus laid across a bench; legs draped knees–up. eyes cast toward grim skies … it’s about to rain.

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https://t.co/HQUItFwozA a–board a–board

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@opticrotting / we’ll be waiting patiently oomf