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ㅤ⠀⠀⠀floor was not an option. rolling his shoulder with irritation, a muttered curse slipping from his lips, he strode over to a nearby desk.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〝⠀i could say the same thing about *𝔂our kind. you all are messy, ignorant,
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ㅤ⠀⠀⠀he shot a disdainful look at the bigger exorcist, a snort escaping the screen as they succumbed to a fit if coughs, golden ichor oozing from their wound. the situation demanded intervention; allowing them to bleed out on the
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( 𝐩ain struck his spine, flipped onto his back; the impact drawing thick golden ichor from the stab wound at his chest. hand weakly cupping over it as golden irises narrowed ——- no longer the big * 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 exorcist angel
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ㅤ⠀⠀⠀breath hitching as a hand rested on the side of his face, *another buffering screen. this one had lasted for a moment, before he jerked away from the buck.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〝⠀get your GRIMEY hands off —— off me.⠀ 〟
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⠀⠀⠀" d'aww, come on vox. you know
⠀⠀⠀im right .ᐟ "
⠀⠀⠀stepping closer — placing a hand
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⠀⠀⠀out a satisfied hum.
⠀⠀⠀" oh, my .ᐟ you're overheating .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀no wonder you're
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