“Alright, I’m kind of on a break so how about you give your little sob story about your mom not giving you any hugs as a kid and then we can get straight to me planting my foot in your ass.” The young spirit detective began cracking his knuckles.
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“...” his uncouth bearings and petty provocations carried a pebble’s heft on the ant’s shoulders. the king pays his insolence no mind, but registers his fervor. it wafted through the air like rare broiling brains on a spit. attracted to such sparse scents as his (almost as if they were pheromones released in mating season), it was how the king managed to track the youth down. now that the boy’s image filled in the vacant slot at the forefront of his mind, he can regard the reasoning as to why challenge was issued almost immediately upon their encounter. energies above the mundane could all but be abandoned if the need to revel in them with another wasn’t so painfully alluring. meruem understands his impetuosity.
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