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Eyes half-lid, unimpressed on the surface,
⠀⠀but he doesn’t swat the hand away.
〝 You talk like I don’t already
⠀ clean up your /fun/ . 〞
His gaze slides up to meet Scourge's, crimson reds
staring into those sapphire blues .
〝 Do what you will, I'd keep it
in the dungeon, personally . 〞
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⠀⠀〝 Cellar or not, it’s your mess if
it goes feral . I’m not babysitting some
delusional rodent because you’re bored. 〞
⠀A faint smirk tugs at his mouth .
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⠀⠀〝 Though if it does break,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I call first shot . 〞
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