𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

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⠀⠀oh he will believe that, hard to think of them when there's so many better things that come to mind
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⠀Two most wonderful things to hear. He's not on good terms with these "gods"
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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ seems like an annoyance worker way. You'll assist me, gives you a reason

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀So you’re already trying to annoy me? What a shame I have to work and draw. No time for a lady no matter her beauty

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀exactly. Just don’t pester me.

vittel feel free.

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀that’s worse than any army. An annoying woman

viitel fine

Don’t tempt me I will write it as detailed and grotesque as possible

Cannibal btw.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇꜱ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤᴬʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ? ♡

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Even

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀"Careful what you ask for, I might take you up on that. Who knows when I'd have my next opportunity to save up on a weeks worth of coffe creamer ?" ( ง He gestures vaguely toward the cup in her hands, as if to put a little more weight to his words )

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀ "You think I'll ask you to free these puppies ?"

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀ ( ง He leans in just a little, lowering his voice so that she'd have to listen, his eyes gliding up from her chest to her eyes, watching her carefully. Althought his eyes swapped position with a finger that now pressed into that Illusion.

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀ ( ง The hint of a chuckle lingers in his voice, but it doesn’t serve nor try mask the underlying interest ) "I know where you're coming from. You’ve got no problem showing a little skin if it gets the attention, huh? Not that I’m complaining"

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀"Well, now." ( He leans back against the counter, arms crossing loosely again, a mock-dramatic expression settling over his features. ) " "Wasn’t expecting a bold offer like that."

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀ ( ง He takes a moment to register her words, his gaze drawn to the deliberate motion of her illusion—those swaying curves that make a statement all their own. He smirks, a knowing glint in his eyes as he meets her teasing gaze with equal confidence. )

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀ "You’re carrying enough weight on your chest as it is—might as well let some of that off too."

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀"But hey, since you’re so keen on lending an ear to my woes, maybe you should take some advice yourself." ( ง He looked a bit downward, a bit under her face, letting his eyes linger just a bit too long, deliberately exaggerated as if to make a point )

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀ "Making a living like this?" ( He quirks an eyebrow, smirking faintly as he picks up a random sketchpad from the counter, flipping through its pages with a flick of his wrist) "Let’s just say it’s a hustle. You juggle the creative spark with the bills that don’t stop piling up"

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀ ( ง Her genuine concern almost lands heavier than he expects. It’s not pity—not that cloying, clinging thing that makes people feel smaller—but there’s a softness to her voice, a weight that feels... sincere or something ? )

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀ ( ง with a low sigh his tone’s light again, teasing, though the weight of his earlier words lingers just under the surface ) "What about you, though? You’ve got this whole... ethereal vibe going on. Even before I picked you up and dragged you in here for coffee"

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀ "The deadlines, the expectations, the constant need to prove yourself and whatever, but you're not here to listen to the /tortured artist/ monologue aren't you..."

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀"Ah, that. Guess I let a little too much slip, huh? Don’t get me wrong, though. It’s not all bad and we all need some way to express ourselves but its everything around it"

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ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀ ( ง He pauses mid-motion, hand idly straightening a stray tool on the counter, her question hitting with just enough precision to stall him. His eyes flick toward her briefly, assessing, before he lets out a soft, dry laugh, more to himself than anything else )

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