julian.

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I have ginger, come inside, Julian, tell me how the hunt is going for you.

What kind hun❓️

Good morning, want some.. tea❓️

eating raw meat.

Rising from her full height, the Valkyrie looked around. Had she truly ventured so far in her quest to find Miquella the Kind? “What sorts of beasts are you talking about?” She asked with honest curiosity. “I’ve faced and killed many. But I won’t know if you don’t tell me.”

No, it's just regular vodka. The taste of blood is gross to this hunter.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀' 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, ⠀⠀⠀𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, ⠀⠀⠀𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. ⠀⠀⠀𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. ' ⠀

Swigging down a bottle of Vodka... Hes just ✨️magical✨️ like that

pausing momentarily when the other spots him

following the reader around

A sharp, golden katana—secured to her prosthesis—glimmers under the gloomy glow of the sky. Bearing it, but not brandishing it. “And you inhabit this place?”