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“ that right ? ” he glibly jabbed , feigning concern . “ she ‘n i had mutually consented to the exchange —— that mother nature , a real doll innit ? ” “ we’ll refer to the wee errand–gal with knife–ears fer permission come our next rendezvous . ”
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ㅤㅤℰlves used to be suspicious of
ㅤㅤnew people, and the boy was
ㅤㅤno different. Watching him made
ㅤㅤℱ𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏 aware of any dangerous
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ㅤㅤ〝 𝒴 ou can't take something
ㅤㅤfrom nature without asking,
ㅤㅤeven if it's a flower. 〞
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it glinted in the moonlight ; its shine ran from the base to the sand-slicing tip . the night seemed to darken as if this pocket knife’s blade stole all the light . “ .. there are others .. who believe they , too , are free to do whatever they please . ”
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“ .. right .. ” he regained his composure , closing his eyes and exhaling sharply . “ although these collars aren’t invisible , they’re just too big to recognize —— like , the earth’s roundness . ” he smirked again , looking down at the carefree rug rat .
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⠀⠀“ You're working on that goal, aren't you? To free people of invisible collars? How admirable! This is my freedom, for now— maybe that could change, maybe. But I'm content with just this. ”
⠀Maybe if things could change, but to change people's minds ... That's tough.
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“ i wantcha to have this —— ” a cool breeze whisked past the two as he retrieved what he’d dug for . perhaps this was wrong for an adult to give a kid nevermind one without proper guidance , but .. he knew this was a tool a ‘free’ child could not go without .
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“ .. there wouldn’t be any point in being free all by yourself , ain’t that right ? living here , in some rainsoaked box , alone .. no ; that’s not quite it . that’s not quite what freedom is , dear .. ”
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“ .. freedom .. ”
shiver . those words were heavier than a thousand suns ; yet , they said it with such a face . “ freedom .. ” he repeated to himself . visions from a near-dear childhood resurfaced .
his couldn’t help .. but fixate on their smile .
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⠀⠀“ Well... I guess, at times. You've known it all before, haven't you? My little home is nothing more than some decomposing box. The sleep I lose, whatever loneliness you think I could feel— nothing matters more than the freedom I am given. Here and now. Hehe! ”
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if not for years of soul-eroding escapades , suppressed tears would’ve made like niagara . “ freedom is .. what i’m dedicating my life to achieve —— for everyone . so yours , your freedom , .. wouldn’t have to come at the cost of loneliness . ” shaky . his voice .
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firearms are the tools of your overlords . drop them and pick up the sword , mate . a rich tradition of kingslaying beckons to you like the fiery souls of the dead .
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this is what he , as a felon on-the-run , thinks could ail this rug rat’s future . “ do you feel safe all alone dear ? perhaps , sometimes , starved of good sleep .. shelter .. of course , good food , too ? ” although his eyes were sharp , his sincerity was real .
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.. so , they’re accustomed to this . one this young with nary a guardian , acquaintance , or even pet in sight . “ what a riot .. ” he sighed , scratching his head of blue locks . what to do , what to do ..
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⠀⠀“ May be a bit rough around the edges, y'know, but it's just how I roll! ”
⠀The nervousness morphes into relaxation, her smile twisting upwards. There seems to be no threat for the stray. At least— not at this moment.
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this story unfortunately ain’t so uncommon to make them an anomaly . he himself has lived ‘around the edges’ as they put . “ i live similarly , though .. i’ve always prioritized —— gathering the resources for survival . by any means necessary .. ”
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he was on his way to a rather .. secret place . but , the situation seemed dire .. “ tell me dear , what the bloody hell are ya’ doin’ out here ? you oughta know : cityfolk turn mad about their private property . ” he reprimanded them like an elder sibling .
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“ for *big ol’ you more like , ” he scoffed . “ swear , woulda imagined a possum was makin’ sucha fuss ; not a bloody child . ”
they ate like a rabid hound . both humorous and worrisome . “ .. i don’t got another on me —— drat , ” he mumbled .
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⠀A sudden stop from their digging— jolting and turning around to look at the other. Suspicion trails their spine, yet stopped at the rice cake given.
⠀⠀“ ... Ehehaha! Oh, too kind, too kind! For little ol' me? ”
⠀Trying to wipe off all the grime as they
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urban life , what a cruel thing ..
“ say , ” a finger from behind poked on ‘er shoulder , “ ‘gourmet garbage’ is only served in italy , love . ” reaching in his breast pocket , he unveiled a small rice cake . “ go on ; treat yourself . ”
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⠀Currently digging through a trashcan at the back of someone's house— really low move. It's disgusting. REALLY. But honestly they can't strive to care when hungry.
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“ you’d be right , love , ” said the utter stranger who must’ve smelt more like an intruder to the woman , “ i’m only passing by to collect some of these petals . i have a comrade in fatal conditions , the poor gal . herbs are good —— good for what ails us . ”
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ㅤㅤℰntering the large field of
ㅤㅤflowers, she observed a person
ㅤㅤsitting among the flowers, she
ㅤㅤhad never seen this person before.
ㅤㅤ〝 ℐ thought no one came here . . .
ㅤㅤbesides me. 〞
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/ seeing y’all fight rpers on my tl be getting me excited but then i check the accs n youse a damn angel of warfare and celestial harbinger of chaos im good off getting cremated alive mate
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a rather unsung artisan from a time where peasants’ bled tar crafted what would become the rapier , the layman’s choicest weapon against empire . machiavelli’s been lending a few to interested passerby . times are tense . accept .. his gift .
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so you say .. might have a photo on you chap ? this town’s no stranger to fine birds , curious if this ‘kawa-gal is the dime piece you say she is .
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