𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚢

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉

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ᅠ Her tone only caused subtle irritation to the husk before her. Unable to really feel anything. A soft blink as he was waiting for her first move. Her chuckle was rather irritating to him. A soft full quick exhale.
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ᅠNo killing, that is what irked the hunter. Gripping his fishing spear a bit tighter. Sparking up a deal
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❝ You win you have some blood. I win - I have some of your flesh. Deal? ❞
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ᅠHe stated as he hunched over with his weapon.
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ᅠThe husk's emotionless gaze remained locked on the other, a soft sigh. A soft shake of his head as the face remained neutral. Before the bleak voice spoke.
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❝ No, you wandered into my woods. ❞

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❝ Neither am I. Kinda pitiful to claim others to be one. ❞
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❝ Loser? Sure you're not talking about yourself? ❞
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𝙐𝙕𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉/𝙋𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝘾𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿⠀
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@pinklycanpyre.bsky.social
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ᅠA digit moved to poke her head. John is awakened once more in the realm of flesh. Curious with those emotionlessly cold hues.

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❝ It is easy to smell your scent of cheap booze. Clearly, you have more problems than me. ❞
ᅠCold, brief, and quick. Those sheep eyes gazing at the wolf. A soft inhale and exhale. His version of a laugh.
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❝ You look pathetic. A drunken fool. ❞
ᅠThe sheep hues on the canine snout glared at the other. Merely doing detective work out in the city. A rarity.
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❝ I ... ❞
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ᅠ Hesitantly choking up a bit and about to say the words before faltering. Looming over her typically and watching her. Curious as can be. Bleak eyes gazing down at her.
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Ancestor

Kinda might flip. No one seems invested in here anyways.

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ᅠSoft blink and that emotionless face of his gazing at the woman.

❝ Your eyes are red and crimson like a blood moon. ❞

ᅠ Flirtatious? He's just hoping she didn't hear him.
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ᅠThe homeless man was honest to God trying to find a nice jacket to steal.
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@pinklycanpyre.bsky.social

ᅠGlaring at her.
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ᅠThe husk's brown hues only glanced at the cigarette then to their own pair. A blink as his face remained static as ever.

❝ Nicotine, a crumpling addiction that kills. I do not have one, neither would I aid you. ❞

ᅠThe monotoned voice stated. A few more blinks before gazing back at the lake.
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ᅠTaking the money as he crumpled it up. Putting it in his fishing vest's pocket. A pair of yellow aviators and a bucket hat.

❝ Farewell, lady. ❞

ᅠWalking his way to leave back to his own world.
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❝ My five dollars. ❞

ᅠQuick, blunt, cold. He had no care nor sympathy for the Vaewolf. Especially after not paying him before dying.

ᅠA thin arm with long digits spread demanding his money. He wanted it now of all times and to leave.
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❝ ... ❞
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“You know…I missed that voice. Funny, huh.”

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ᅠMoving to walk over to the now older Zeppelin.

ᅠBiting his lip hard enough to draw blood. A firm hand gripping the back of her collar. Lifting her up and spat right into her mouth.

ᅠThe bitter blood. This John was searching countless times for her. Including how his owed him money.
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❝ You think I care what I am? Aren't you a hypocrite? ❞
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❝ Ew, more vampires. Go suck on someone's else blood. Your meat just is foul and rotten like the walking corpses your are. ❞
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ᅠSilent glaring. Furrowed brows. The only emotion he's able to convey, anger. A sharp inhale and a shallow exhale. The brown eyes of the man just locked at the putrid halfbreed.

❝ Toothpicks. ❞
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@agentofarchives.bsky.social
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❝ By God if you do not tell me where she is I am going to mess up the multiverse. She owes me fucking money. ❞
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treatment like a pair in lover's lane. Subtle irritation. Silent treatment. Clearly you have more than me going on. What /is/ it. ❞

ᅠHe said again. Holding their head softly in those cold palms of his. Undeniably squishing the cheeks softly.

❝ Soft, pinchable. ❞
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ᅠJohn is very well emotionless, but observant. He remembers so many things word for word and heart to heart. Those cold brown eyes glared and brows furrowed.

❝ Tone changed. Clearly I am not the only source of your fit. Usually you take my insults. No lashing out. Subtle irritation. Silent +

ᅠHe demanded than question. Emotionlessly irritated and agitated. John seemed to be the same as ever despite his voice being a bit raised yet monotoned. Able to only process anger.
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