I’m afraid I don’t keep with the news. ( Denial, spoken in her finest pretence; It’s best to feign innocence. Pretend she’s had no contact with Giona at all. ) I don’t believe in 𝓯ear—mongering, and as it appears, that’s all the papers are full of.
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( Or so, he 𝗵opes that’s the case & all of this police work is nothing but a healthy outlet. Though given that untethered 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 of hers, it’s nothing more than wishful thinking. )
…. 𝓞hhh. ( Strained with a sort of half-smile, lips pressed into a thin line. With delicacy, an attempt to remove her hand. ) That’s 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒. Haha, keeping out streets safer, one rank at a time, right.ᐣ ^^’
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⠀⠀⠀⠀i’m gonna be the next * 𝐜𝐨mmissioner. ( declaration without hesitation, spare hand moving swift to capture other’s within. there is a smile, albeit an unhinged one. )
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( there is weight beneath woman’s gaze ┈── exhaust 𖬺. sorrow borne ┈── burden'd with a 𝙘𝙝ronicle unspoken. yet with weapon in tow, there is a pilot—light refusing extinction. ) can you keep a 𝓈ecret, sally goose.ᐣ
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it’s okay one night when you’re sound asleep next to me i’m going to take a makeup wipe to your face and see what you look like under all that mehron and the results will change the trajectory of my life forever
Nnn… oooo thanks. ( Fear being a mere act, as no weapon can compare to hers. But the 𝓵ook in Christine’s eye as she wields a weapon so deadly sits heavy in her stomach. ) … You’re with the police, then.ᐣ