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inch closer to the doorknob ;
an almost impossible feat with the assassin 𝑏locking it.
“ i’m afraid i really need to .̲.̲.̲ ” , 𝙜𝙤. easier said than done.
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feet having already been in the
process of dragging the ex———goetia to the door, stolas came to a sudden halt upon the imp’s unexpected performance.
blinking, and quite frankly caught ›
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a sharp inhale came from the
imp — maybe it was
frustration, maybe it was anxiety. but something different came over him , could it perhaps be . . .
𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 ?
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an old friend waiting.
“ ah———blitz .̲.̲.̲ ” , it was almost impossible to break through the imp’s current act, “ i really .̲.̲.̲ ”
chuckling awkwardly, stolas tried to slowly and gradually ›
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for but a second,
stolas yet and soon moved past the imp to head out of the bathroom ; complexion sorrowful.
perhaps meeting vassago wasn’t a bad idea after all.
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frown painted across a feathery
complexion, it was upon the sudden revelation of being wanted 𝙞𝙣 the shower that cheeks grew in further warmth.
wide———eyed, and momentarily ›
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blitzø’s eyes widened . . .
not tryna be offensive , but dressed like 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 to see an
‘old friend’ ? somethings not
quite right about this.
“ no—uh—yeah ! i was . . .
just going to shower , but . . . 💧 “
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excuse, as frustration slowly
started to set in. was this all he had been good for ? 𝙨𝙚𝙭 ?
“ perhaps .̲.̲.̲ ” , another time ? unlikely, right now, “ i really should go. ” , hesitating ›
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“ oh .̲.̲.̲ ” , chuckling sheepishly,
and a rosiness not quite suppressable, stolas slowly lowered his eyeliner,
“ i am meeting an old friend. ” , vassago’s invitation still upon the ›
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“ don’t you look fancy .ᐟ “
the imp says , leaning against the door frame — trying to keep
his cool.
“ where’s a 𝒑retty thang’ like y𝘰𝘶 heading off too ? “
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sink right next to a variety of
make———up accessories.
“ do you .̲.̲.̲ ” , 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 ? like how he looked ? this was hardly of importance, was it ? , “ do you need, erm .̲.̲.̲ ›
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( in thought .̲.̲.̲ immersed in own
doings, it was only after a moment or two that another’s presence had been felt. .̲.̲.̲ gaze turned, blinking, coy warmth soon spread across feathery ›
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