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﹙ exhaustion—ridden eyes fix ﹠͟. linger, taking a moment to * really look over this stranger. his nose crinkles, not pleased with what he sees. ﹚ ﹠͟. what * are you ?
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I know plenty of scientists that can hold their own in battle, and plenty of soldiers who fall from a single strike.
— What a petty excuse for your own mediocrity.
/ so you guys are adding people to a profic/proship list without inquiring with them beforehand and seeking their expressed consent?
wow. bravo. excellent work.
@mortemultionem ||• I'm confused why someone saw dead dove and immediately thought proship? It can be used if there are taboo topics discussed, but it also covers intense dark and intense topics like graphic violence or body horror without sugarcoating.
@BAROQUELEADER ╱ i'm saying??? i'm pretty sure that's why i had it in the first place, 'cause the account before this one was an albert wesker ﹠͟. i never change anything 😭
╱ gang, i'm not proship. don't add me to your fuckass lists ???
i'm not active on this account whatsoever, if i follow someone thats proship just tell me that.
@viralmother ╱ again, old as fuck account 😭 i don't keep track of what i put on here, i must've thought it meant something else or put it there for some specific shit i mentioned a while ago. my bad, whoops, i don't want to be on a list 😭
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you aren't him, ﹙ it's repeated, mostly to himself. a reminder. digits linger on the necrosis; concern etched upon exhausted visage. ﹚ ﹠͟. i take it you don't harbour any of his memories, then ? call me curious.
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﹙ his name is uttered ﹠͟. for a split second the doctor falters. poorly placed hope dragged back to the depths of his heart; anyone can read a name tag. ﹚
that you are. ﹠͟. please, call me william.
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(* thinking back on past meetings; to past conversations he's had that were identical to this. all had cause a snap- a protest, and yet he felt no desire to now. )
manufactured? please, dr. birkin, something of my caliber would never be produced en mass. I am . . . couture.
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﹙ he smiled like him too, birkin notes ﹠͟. files away mentally. the hands move to his tie ﹠͟. the man doesn't budge. this wasn't a face he was afraid of. ﹚ zeno; gift of zeus ...
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