@rotcrawl
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( they knew he was strange.
but not 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 strange. it was
deeply puzzling、annoying. )
never had 'em、kid.
lotta men .. . don't.
( truly、a clarifying statement
they never thought would
escape his lips. how weird. )
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lending a fleeting glance、
he subtly nods in reply.
ʺ very nice
.. for you. ʺ
mirroring their behavior、
long digits briefly pull up
its sleeve to reveal black
tattoos on his upper arm.
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it watches with dull interest as
the beast deforms into a man、
and prepares a final buckshot.
the faint moonlight outlines
his silhouette in a pale grey、
angular features as though
drawn with inky shadows.
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⠀+ name . ❞
⠀Barely a whisper . Laid out with limbs outstretched , hair a dark halo around his head . Eye half-lidded and unblinking as it takes in the night sky . Waiting .
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back on track、 they sink the
weight of his boot onto vince's
leg and strike again. this time、the force from both arms slam
the blunt weapon down over
his ribcage. dentition is bared
in a savage hiss、flared facial
muscles settling afterward.
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with a hand gesture、he
motions toward various boats.
ʺ uh .. those. ʺ
upon closer inspection it could be seen that the docks were majorly occupied by recreational vesse
-ls、 and only a couple larger fishing boats
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mounting the gun flat against
its back.
misa backtracks、reaching out
for a second time to clamp a
tighter、firmer grip over its
companion's arm.
ʺ nope. let's go. ʺ
these words are articulated
sternly、like an impatient parent scolding his child.
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which seemed to bathe its carmine - painted body in
flame wholly *invisible.
calm visage contorts into one
of immense discomfort、the
placid mask cracked at the
edges、allowing a face of
human pain to bleed through
its newly formed edges.
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pattern was the difficulty、but
after it is overcome、the rest is
merely muscle memory. just
like field stripping a gun、only
repetition can turn chores into
instincts. he pinches a couple
odd folders in stiff brims、
continuing to comb through.
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nearly falling to the ground、
he swiftly sprints to dion、
turning on his ankle with a
raised and cocked rifle.
he fires at where he assumes the creature's throat to be、
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the fact that, if given the chance,
misa prolly would have been such
a mommy's boy. he's so much like
her and they'll never even know it.
no one in the whole world adored
him more than she did andandan
@ofthewar
── between
missions 、the two will
sometimes meet up at
bars or at misa's house ;
where dion has become
something of a routine
visitor .. at least in the
eyes of misa's family 、
who view the two as
almost resembling
near old friends .
not only did this insect-like
creature just address them
in a language they are fully
capable of comprehending、
but it did so in still a foreign
voice. ʺ .. . you're joking. ʺ
a low、sour voice finally
creeps out of brims. his
hands remain on the gun.
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