โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ข๐
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โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ข๐
@CfBrokenStrings
โขโข ๐ผ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ . ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. โขโข

โ .. Are you also a holy-man, sir? โ They take it carefully, dabbing at their cheeks and eyes before handing it backโโ head bowed and gaze shifty. Nervous.

โ I- Iโm sorryโโ โ The spawn wipes at their burning eyes. Hm. โ I just find it calming. โ

The poor thing looked ready to cry. โ .. Smoking here. โ

โAppearedโ. They were never *actually confident โฆ โ โฆ I- I just โฆ have a habit, and I โฆ โ

Nervous, dark eyes glance towards to the cigarette, before back to the man. He was soโโ enrapturing. โ โฆ Both. Hah. โ They flick the cigarette out the half open window.

Whipping around to face the man properly, eyes wide. โ I โโ F- Find solace โฆ here. โ A simple explanation.

Joltsโ. โ Wโ Who are you!? โ

Smoking out the church window.

โ Because no matter what I do, I remain loyal to you, charm you, and use my looks and humor to get what I want ? โ Brutally honestโโ Innocent look.


She hides a smile; as much as their โcompanionshipโ, if one could call it that, could be rocky, she still found him โฆ .. Oddly endearing. And annoying. โ I have had my own .. personal tasks to take care of; I shall be much more present now. โ Nod. Little curls bouncing.

โ And then youโll have to find someone else to torture your pets. โ Hums. Totally not serious. โ How have meetings been? Plans? I fear we do not speak as much anymore. โ


sitting her ass down onto @CfBrokenStrings โs desk. armor and chains rustling. sips tea.









