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how could he ever think of
anything besides it﹖
especially with how often
he needs that 𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘—
𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗞
of his 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗔��𝗦𝗪𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗘𝗗
and 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗕 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗. 😵💫
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𝓌ell, 𝓌ell ~ 🍃
looks like you caught the bard resting after he finished playing some tunes. his breath 𝓻𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 of dandelion wine and they’re an obvious 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 in his shorts.
. . . it’ll cost you some extra mora to keep staring.
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He had his own bow on hand too, but the harbinger would be no match for the archon. Because after moments of their spar, Tartaglia would already end up 𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗.
The bard on top of him and plummeting all those inches deep into his 𝙎𝙊𝙋𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘾𝙐𝙉𝙏❗️
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