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⠀⠀⠀CIDOLFUS "𝗖𝗜𝗗" TELAMON.
⠀⠀⠀❝⠀ya' know what? i 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 a sh͟o͟r͟t͟c͟u͟t͟.
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⠀⠀⠀dd:dne⠀ ⌖ ⠀21+⠀ ⌖⠀ ger / eng / ru⠀ 〟
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on our own terms,
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+ is a flicker of disbelief, maybe irritation. Not at her, but whoever had done this. )
Christ, and I thought you were bein' dramatic.
( The joke lands softer this time, reaching for something to disinfect the... wound? Scar? There was so much angry tissue it was hard to tell. )
"So what's next for the SuperStar of Balamb you ask? I don't know yet, let's find out!"
looks like someone's not been takin' proper care of themself, mh? need a hand?
After the third castrated bastard stumblin' into your tent screaming, you stop flinchin' at chest wounds.
( It was a fun jab, nothing but a joke, and still—
once Raika removed her shirt and he peeled back the first layer of bandages, Cid exhaled quietly through his nose. For but a second there +
( His gaze flickers to where she points, a single brow lifted faintly. Alright, no teasing this time. )
Wouldn't've offered if it were trouble. ( He steps closer, roughened hands already reaching for the edge of his gloves. ) 'n don't worry, I've seen and patched up worse things 'n places.
* already forgot how much i love gav. what a goat.
