ᴘɪɴᴋɪᴇ ...

⠀⠀they ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. the last to 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ⠀. . . ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ .

ᅟᅟᅟ ᅟ𝕷o͟ν͟ᥱ 𝗠𝖾ᅟlov͜͡e 𝓶𝐸ᅟ𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝑚𝑒 ᅟ𝑀o͡re . ᅟᅟ＊ ♒︎ 𝗧͡𝗵𝖺𝗇 you 𝑷͟𝒐͟𝒔͟𝒔͟𝒊𝑩𝑳𝒀 ᅟ𝒄͟𝒂͟𝒏 ⡐⡐ ✩⸺ 𝐘̵𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 ̵𝗇̵𝖾̵𝗏̵𝖾̵𝗋̵ m͜͡eet͡ ᅟ𝘼𝒏͟𝒐͟𝒕𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗠𝗘ᅟ⤹࿔ ᅟ``

❝ i'm merely asking a curious question. are you or are you not? ❞

❝ i can see it now. does this mean you were an experiment of some sort or were you born with it? ❞

❝ oh, it belonged to someone. i assumed it was the independent remains of a slain monster. ❞

`` 𝐞h , why not ? sharing is caring, you know. ´⁠´ He responded casually, after chewing another popcorn.

Mo-Ri then peeked down at the popcorns , that she was stuffing herself with —— an impromptu steal , in milliseconds. He was holding the popcorn now, and stuffing his mouth.

He paused for a moment —— with his eyes taking a glance at the stranger, that appears out of thin air . `` You are.. ? ´⁠´

Refining his inner 𝐪𝐢 生平 , that manifests — with purity , posture reserved and, footwork steady, polishing his every movement through the repetitive basics from the ground up . He intakes breathe like chugging water.