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they move forward / he moves back, animal chase pushing him to the edge of their lap. palms find ground, balancing the weight arched away from the immortal —— posing to flee, need be —— as he argues, snarling in the face »
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⠀⠀eyebrows furrowing , facial features
⠀⠀taking on an offended but irritated
⠀⠀appearance . “ the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 did you just
⠀⠀call me .ᐣ ” malia inquired , baring her
⠀⠀own canines , practically an instinctive
⠀⠀habit , one formed of anger .
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beckoned forward, coming to stand before master obediently; gaze lingering on the seating adjacent for a breath before he thinks better of it and sinks to his knees, 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈,〝tell me what’s weighin’ on y’, daddio.〞
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