𝕸𝖆𝖉 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑

“ Go fuck yourself with a barbed dildo. ”

𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“ ...I need a phone... ”

𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪? 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴.

𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥...

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵

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𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰, 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺.

𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴– 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

“ I ain't gonna suck you up, dumbfuck. ”

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦.

“ Fuck off, would you? I don't need anything from your stray cat ass. ”

𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦

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mood to kick a wounded dog.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪, 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

“ Nice to see you too.. ughh.. ”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦

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Abilities: Thermoreception, night vision, firearms mastery, hand-to-hand mastery, acrobatic mastery, venomous saliva

Fighting Style: Muay Thai, Krav Maga, Jujutsu

Weaknesses: Angelic weaponry, holy water

Dislikes: Staying sober, fake friendship, winter, pop music, his mother, felines

Build: Thin, toned

Powers: Smoke manipulation & mimicry, superhuman senses, superhuman strength/resilience, superhuman agility, demonic magic

Mother language: English

Other languages: Spanish, german, russian, french, chinese, japanese

Likes: Opium, smoking, rock music, spying on others, sarcasm, irony, goth & punk subculture, dark & crude humor, summer, his father

Occupation: C.I.A. Special Activities Division operative, weapons dealer

Positive Traits (to friends): Loyal, caring, honest

Negative Traits: Sarcastic, sadistic, manipulative, treacherous, reckless

Neutral Traits: Professional, nosy, competent

Mental disorders: bipolar, sociopathy

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Date of Birth: April 4th, 1994

Date of Death: August 10th, 2019

Species: Human (formerly), anthropomorphic hellhound (canis lupus chanco)

Height: 5'4 (1 meter and 62 centimeters as human), 6'7 (2 meters as hellhound)

Full Name: Solanine Evans Morozov
Nicknames: Mad Devil, Sol, Solani
Known Aliases: Aaron Talbot Foster

Personality: Solanine is a cold, sarcastic and calculating man. When it comes down to selling weapons and doing business however, he'll act professionally.

Age: 25 (at death), 31 (as a demon)

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦...

“ Look at you, so charmin'. ”

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯.

“ Quite the fine lady you are, hmm? ”

“ You're such an adorable gremlin. ”

𝘊𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

“ Gift me opium poppies and I'll kiss your feet all over for a whole day. ”

  𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘺, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.

“ You sure? This is not cannabis. ”

𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘥'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

“ If you say so. I'm not really in the mood for drink so it ain't a big deal to me. ”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵.

“ Woah, your feet surely looks odd.

Why does the bar suck? ”

“ Gremlin. ”

𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩.

“ Is that so? You're really going to apologize? ”

𝘈 𝘮𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘛𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺.

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“ Oh, you again... ”

“ You're a hard one, aren't you? ”

𝘊𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺.