labels, classifications, epithets. 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠. does it truly matter ﹖ does the fear really go away if you know the thing that frightens you ﹖
perhaps, this is her cue to make the conversation lively. take the initiative to light things up.
❝ anyway, do you know my favorite game is 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 or 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 ﹖ i was playing that before i knocked on your window.
blonde head snaps at his direction. ❝ you will be a 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 man. d’ya hear me ﹖ ❞ a sunken, maddening grin. lurching to the ground, snatching the electric bone saw.
Ⓗ𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙿 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 ’𝙽 𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙰𝙺𝚈 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙽. from the ornate containers, jellyfish soaps, towel sets, cluster of pink cream jars and serum vials on the shelves.
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ㅤthe knife is quickly retrieved from its hiding at dongsun's ankle, under his clothes. it has to be fast before @skincanny has the chance to inflict more pain on him.
ㅤhe has run out of options, this might give him a few seconds to get away. he goes for her leg, the >
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❝ my 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 ─┄ look what you’ve done to 𝒎𝒚 skin ﹗ ❞ she shrieks. words once in a perfectly rehearsed sing—song adagio now wavers. violin strings that was plucked out, now unfurling.
pulls her thumb up for the toss, turning the coin over on the back of her hand. a personal game when she doesn’t want to be responsible for someone else’s situation; ─┄
❝ sooo ﹗ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂 or 𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙻𝚂, @betrayeur ﹖ ❞