⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀we’re all 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 . we’ve all killed parts of 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 to survive . we’ve all got 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 on our hands . something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive .
﹙there is no denial or confirmation from her — despite the rather obvious answer. she simply stares at the younger with amusement on her face.﹚am i ? friday could certainly tell you that couldn't she ?
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my mo———my name ﹗ did you stalk
us, too ﹖ ﹗ ( in utter disbelief. he is
brighter than this, literally, but the
younger was still half asleep. the dots
will connect in 3, 2.. ) ..you’re 》
maybe. ﹙she agrees — indulging the young child ﹠her own curiosity.﹚quite an interesting theory, нет* ?
﹙her mug is finally set down for her hands to be allowed to rest in her lap. ﹚aiden potts. you are just as interesting as your 》
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( shrugging, slightly embarrassed of his
suggestion but reluctant to drop it. a
familiar stubbornness, perhaps.. ) well,
they never make it inside. maybe it’s a
tactic the experienced thieves use.
﹙there's a tug at the corners of her lips, somewhere between a smile and a knowing smirk.﹚do your burglars usually stop their pilfering for coffee and small talk ?