I See You...

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Forgot Who We Can Trust || Rick & Sabrina

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When she started yelling, he was ready to throw her out. Honest to God. The old Rick would’ve cut her off and ripped her to pieces with his temper.

This one, though glowering, let her have her say - and when she shoved the whisper stone toward him, he blinked.

He had one of those. He’d been dizzy one night with thoughts of her, still lightly coated in sweat and breathing too hard in his bed, and he’d whispered slightly slurred, dreamy sentences against the rock’s surface before he’d fallen asleep, the pebble still in his hand.

Still nursing his sore heart, he brought hers to his ear. And, as he listened, tears began to pour down his cheeks.

There weren’t words for him to say back. After all the heartbreak he’d been through these past few weeks, he knew that all he should say was for her to leave - but he couldn’t.

Not if she was trying.

He opened his mouth, trying to say her name, but when only a gurgling sob came out he held up a hand - his index finger, trying to silently tell her to wait - and stumbled to his bedroom, digging through his drawers until he found his whisper stone. He brought it back to her in less than a minute, crying openly, and held it out to her, where she’d begin to hear his lilting words that trickled off as he’d fallen asleep.

“You know, Sabrina, I think I’ve loved you since the first second I saw you. I love you in a different way every day you let me learn more about you. And if so I kinda wonder if maybe I can love you in twenty-seven thousand new ways, huh? I wanna find out. I hope you let me…”

Bracing herself for impact, she closed her eyes and began to count down the seconds until Rick finally decides to kick her out, pointing out every single truth she refuses to hear. Three, two, one... And silence. Nothing but a gurgled sob from the man she expected to yell back... She couldn’t believe the amount of tears that continuously poured out of his eyes, feeling the guilt slowly start to consume her.

“Ri--” Before she could even try to make things right, his pause had her blinking curiously. Somewhere between the blinks, he had disappeared into his room, she could hear the sounds of drawers being pulled and slammed back to place.

The sound of his feet scattering quickly out of his room caught her gaze, following his every movement until he came back... ‘He came back.’ Seeing him in tears like this really fucking hurts. It’s not what she wanted... She could only imagine what the message consist of. Not the time to be afraid. With shaking hands, Sabrina held the pebble close to her ear...

Her eyes widen the moment his voice echoed through her mind. Every word buried themselves into her brain, stealing every single breath she tried to take. How could I be so stupid... To ruin a soul as beautiful as his... I’m truly a monster. Carrying this consequence on her shoulders became too heavy, dropping her entire weight on her knees as she held onto hope. “I’m so sorry... I’m so so sorry--” Her voice continued to crack after every pathetic sob, hanging her head low and shutting her eyes to escape. 

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Forgot Who We Can Trust || Rick & Sabrina

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Her words ran over him in droves, so hard and fast that he wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to speak.

She pushed him away. She thought she was monstrous. She thought he’d leave.

Everything he’d already known. Everything he’d been trying to fight against. Everything she hadn’t given him a chance to keep fighting for.

“All I ever wanted for you was happiness.“

That was it. He couldn’t stay silent even if he tried. He stepped forward, craning down to see her, his eyes filled with tears. “I haven’t been happy for even one second since you told me we couldn’t be together.” He shook his head slowly. “Before that? Sabrina, I-I didn’t, I…you gave me a happiness I had never felt before. A different kind. One that I didn’t even believe existed. I had it every day that I thought of you.” His hands ached to touch her, but he held it back.

“What was I supposed to do at the tournament? How long was I supposed to chase you?” He barked a sharp, unamused laugh. “You told me it was over. Only an asshole ignores that. Sabrina, I-I, I would’ve been violating every single bit of your decision if I kept pushing. Do you understand? It doesn’t matter if it was you or not. You chose. And I had to respect that. Okay?

“But I’m not happy. If you pushed me away to make me happy, then you’re right. You fucked up. Because I’m…I’m miserable.”

He’s right. And my god, did it pissed her off. She wanted to scream from the bottom of her lungs and shout just how much she regrets every single decision she made that led to this... Losing something so wonderful over fucking pride and fear.

“I KNOW! I fucking know what I’ve said and done!” She couldn’t help but shout, pouring her entire fucking heart until it bleeds out. “And there’s not a single day that I wake up regretting it. Not fucking one, Rick.” At this point, both of her eyes flooded her cheeks with tears. “What was I suppose to do?! Wake up one day and believe in all of your words?” How fucking outrageous. Huffing a laugh in disbelief, Sabrina found herself in a deeper hole than before. “My life has been filled with nothing but lies and deceit. Was I suppose to believe you since day one? Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t!”

Who knew yelling could be so... Tiring. “I’ve realized my mistakes-- But at least I’m fucking here, trying my hardest to pick up the mess I made.” She couldn’t hold it back any longer, the quiet sobs coming from her mouth surrounded this cold, empty house. There was more she wanted to say, but all she could manage to do was hold out her fist to reveal that stone she’s been protecting. “... Take it. I’m not asking for a second chance... But I--” Shit, this is hard to say. “I respect your decision. Just like you respected mine.”

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Forgot Who We Can Trust || Rick & Sabrina

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You shouldn’t have let her come.

She needs you for something.

But doesn’t she always need me for something? And then change her mind?

They weren’t pleasant thoughts, but they were all he had. After so long of fighting for her - being willing to do whatever it took to save her - he’d given up. She could save herself. She didn’t need him, and she’d made that perfectly clear.

Nothing was left. No hope. No happiness. Just him trying to learn to pick up the pieces, and her not letting him.

When the knocks came, he was already by the door, and he opened it immediately. And there she was - his dream and his nightmare all in one body. Every other time he’d seen her, he’d kissed her immediately, unable to keep himself at bay.

Holding it back was almost impossible. But he succeeded.

“It’s cold. Come in before you freeze.” The light haze of the alcohol still hung over him, but his speech wasn’t slurred. He simply stepped out of the way, letting her inside, then shut the door behind her. He didn’t lock it. Something told him she wouldn’t be staying long.

That little hope she had? Yeah, it’s gone now. After seeing his reaction, her heart sank to the very bottom of her core. What were you expecting? A smile and a laugh? Pretend like none of this happen and go back how things used to be without the constant bickering. Who’s fault is it to begin with? Oh, right. Me.

“Thanks...” She didn’t hesitate, taking advantage of this moment before he changes his mind. The part that sucks the most is, this whole time she spent doubting herself instead of gathering her thoughts. Where does she even start? “Sorry for... The unexpected calls.” No shit, asshole. Not the perfect way to start, but she’s fucking trying. ‘It’s now or fucking never.’

A moment of silence covered the room for a few seconds, trying to piece together the words that could potentially save or destroy them. having that risk in mind, she couldn’t hep but gulp loudly and give in. “Rick--” Just saying his name was enough of a stab to the heart. “...I’m sorry.” The more she tried to force herself, the more her anger built up. 

“I don’t know how else to say this, but I need you to listen. I fucked up.” It’s no excuse for the shit she put him through, and she knew that. She fucking knew that better than anyone and admitting it was twice as hard. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away. But I was... I was so scared of you.” With each words she spewed out the more painful that sore at the back of her throat grew. So painful that her eyes began to water in frustration. “I’m afraid that one day you’ll wake up and realize... The true monster that I am. And you’ll eventually change your mind and leave.” Just like everyone has done. Being this far into her spill, she wasn’t going to let him interrupt her. Not until he finished listening to everything she had to say. “It’s fucking stupid-- I’ve realized that now! I’ve been running away from something that’s part of me I cannot control.”

“That day, at the tournament... That wasn’t me.” He should’ve known... If he even cared to pay attention at all-- He should have known. That thought alone fueled her anger. I didn’t arrive here to argue, damn it. Clutching her fingers tightly against the rock, Sabrina continued on with her never ending excuses. “No matter how much I tried to reach out to you... It didn’t work.” 

Saying these things out loud... Had her second guessing her decisions. She really wanted this to work, but she could never forgive herself if the event from the tournament repeated itself. “All I ever wanted for you was happiness. And that’s... Something I will never be able to provide.” Is this how it feels to be weak? I hate it. 

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Forgot Who We Can Trust || Rick & Sabrina

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In the end, he’d had too many drinks that he wasn’t used to. Hard liquor was something he had little experience with, and the sharpness of it - the breadth of the alcohol content stirring through him, unlike the slow lull of a beer - was already making his brain blister.

He wasn’t ready to be deceptive. So the words slipped out before he could catch them.

“Then it’s important to me too.”

Rick sighed heavily. He put the lid back on the bottle of liquor.

“I’ll be here. I’ll let you in. Be safe.” And then he hung up and put the bottle away and the glass in the sink before he began the slow pacing game.

‘Then it’s important to me too’. Funny how simple words could give so much hope. Maybe it’s not too late. “Y-Yes! Of course... See you later.” Guess that ticket was worth it after all. And now, the waiting game begins...

What’s awful about this game is-- You quite literally never win. The longer the seconds dragged out, the more her demons start to torment her mind. They whispered every worst possible scenario, filling her head with regrets. Focus. The only distraction she had was the sound of the waves crashing against the boat. Which, wasn’t much of a help... Listening to it constantly after ten minutes, it became her enemy. 

Once the boat finally arrived, it took her a good solid thirty seconds to get the strength to move. The worst part isn’t the cold, it’s the burden weight clinging onto her legs causing a much slower pace. The only thing keeping her alive are his words and this rock.

It took her longer than expected but all that matters is, she made it. Taking in the biggest breath to push down the nerves before knocking three times. Since that’s done, she began to exhale nothing but regret. 

‘Please... Forgive me.’

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Smile || OPEN

How did I end up here? Oh. That’s right... On days off she wonders. Aimlessly around town without a purpose. It’s a great time killer, you should try it. People watching has become a thing, wondering the kind of life they live... The beach seems to hold the most interesting people of them all. Not today, I guess. 

Ah... It’s winter. No wonder it’s so quite and lonely... Right, it’s December. The 26th to be exact. Yesterday was Christmas? Couldn’t tell. No plans for this gal, just her lonely apartment and three fucking jobs. At least it keeps her occupied, even through shitty times like these. 

It might look a little pathetic, a grown ass woman standing in the entrance of the beach in fucking winter during the damn night. But at least it’s quiet. Not even that cursed voice could reach her this far. Even if this bring memories of her worst mistakes. Is this what you call bitter-sweet?

... I need a drink. It’s at the point where sighs aren’t satisfying enough, getting harder and harder to keep her shoulders straight. And the weight on top isn’t helping. Keeping her stare to the ground has become a habit, avoiding any and every single distraction as she turned her heels around to exit. Occasionally she gets those random strangers that feel the need to get too close and bump their shoulder a little too roughly, flipping a switch that’ll automatically move her lips into a smile against her will. “Sorry.” Why even bother talking... Bowing politely, her legs began to walk slowly away from the unknown. “If you’ll excuse me...”

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No Sell || Max & Sabrina

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[♫] — He watches her with that same stern look, but it doesn’t take long for his expression to soften. If there was one thing he was bad at, it was staying angry for long… especially when he was faced with an upset woman. It was far from gentlemanly, for him to continue to make her feel worse when she was clearly regretting her choices. “I hope that it is. I would hate to have to fire you– free meals aside, you are a good worker.”

Her reasons were ones he himself could painfully relate to, and before he can let her know how much he understands, he finds himself pausing at the last few words that come out of her mouth. “…Is that so?” Instead of reacting with embarrassment or anger, Max is rather amused by it, unable to hold back the laugh that escapes him.

Turning a lecture into a chance to flirt? With her superior, at that? This girl certainly had some moxie about her. “Well! You are certainly free to do so. Goddess knows how hard it is not to stay distracted with someone like me around.” Smiling, he shakes his head as his laughter begins to die down, “That’s about all you can do though, I’m afraid.”

... At least he’s laughing? Guess I’m keeping my job. A sigh of relief and a smile said it all, and the compliments that followed only made her grin some more

... That is until he fucked it up.

Crap, I fed his ego. Suppose he has every right, after all... He is indeed rich and handsome but-- Self-centered? Sounds about right. “Awww... What a bummer.” Sprinkle a bit of sarcasm on her tone before returning back to normal and possibly giving free meals.

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Forgot Who We Can Trust || Rick & Sabrina

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Be smart. Be fucking smart for once. She doesn’t love you. She doesn’t want you. And she never did.

Rick buried his face in his hand, holding the phone away from his ear for a long moment. He was fucking miserable. No matter what he did, he couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal, discontent, and the suspicion that he’d done something incredibly wrong by daring to fall for her.

Every time he thought he might be able to get past her, there she was again. Motherfucker.

He pulled off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, finally bringing the phone back after long seconds of silence. “Is it important?”

If silence could kill, she’d be six feet underground long before that silent voice zapped her back to life barely.

He doesn’t care. I’m too late.

Doubt began to drown her plans, unsure if her body was trembling from the cold or the fear of fucking everything up yet again. Thinking of an answer at this point became harder than it seemed, biting down on her lips out of frustration. Every single answer lead to one terrifying outcome she’s been avoiding her whole life. There’s no going back now.

With a heavy heart and a sigh to follow, the most imperfect answer flowed right out of her lips. “... To me it is.”

Two minutes. Two long, infuriating minutes until this boat set sail straight to fucking hell. Why am I doing this to myself..?

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Yeah, don't talk down to me, that's not gonna work now.  Packed all my clothes and I moved out. I don't even wanna go to your house. Every time I sit on that couch, I feel like you lecture me. Eventually, I bet that we could have made this work and probably woulda figured things out. But I guess that I'm a letdown But it's cool, I checked out. Oh, you wanna be friends now? Okay, let's put my fake face on and pretend now Sit around and talk about the good times That didn't even happen. I mean, why are you laughing? Must have missed that joke. Let me see if I can find a reaction.

No, but at least you're happy.

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✒︎

Sabrina uses exactly three hair pins to keep her braid still. 

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Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.

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Forgot Who We Can Trust || Rick & Sabrina

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By the time the phone rang again, Rick had managed another foul shot, and he picked up the bottle, slammed it down on the table, and wished it had broken. To clean up whiskey and glass everywhere would be a gift compared to his phone ringing.

A third time. He picked it up, still feeling the burn in his throat.

“Hey.”

Be an asshole. Break her down just like she broke you down. Destroy her.

But he couldn’t. How could he? When he’d spent his entire time trying to prove to her that he wasn’t that sort of guy? When all his temper had gotten him was the hatred of his sister, who would always be the most important person in his life besides his mother?

Not anyone else. He’d tried, and it hadn’t worked, and he’d learned now - family came first. Always.

Especially not love. And especially not himself.

“What’s wrong?”

Second time-- No answer. “Fucking shit, Rick! Stop being so damn stubborn for once in your goddamn life you fucking idiot--” She’s one to talk.. But at this moment, she didn’t care if she’s being a hypocrite. All she wanted was an answer... But she wasn’t getting it, and every minute that passed by, the more her hopes shattered. 

One last time, please... Pick up. Yes, this freezing weather is unbearable and burning the hell out of her throat, but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered but this. As she continued to walk, she began to dial his number again, reaching closer to the docks...

One way ticket is all she got. It’ll be worth it. Worse come to worse, she could always crash at the Inn and come back defeated tomorrow. A sudden voice caused her feet to come to a complete stop at the front of the ship, feeling her heart flutter both in pain and happiness... How I miss your voice...

“... Hi.” Now’s not the time to get all fucking tongue tied. “... I’m-- Sorry for calling you so many times but... Could we-- Could we talk? In person? T-There’s something I want to give you--” That’s the extra push she needed to board the lonesome ship, hoping the background noise wasn’t too loud. “And... Something I want to say.”

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Forgot Who We Can Trust || Rick & Sabrina

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Rick had never gotten out much. He wasn’t social. He didn’t have friends. There was nothing to make him leave the farm anymore - he grew his own food, he had his monsters to take care of, and the last time he’d left he’d gotten his glasses crushed during a tournament that he hadn’t even won.

And Sabrina had been there. And at that point, Rick had stopped caring.

Nothing went right anymore. He’d come here to take his sister home - he’d ruined their relationship instead. His mother was sick at home - he’d bought himself property here to send her money back with his profits, but it wasn’t enough to make him feel like he was doing his real duty.

He fell in love - and she didn’t.

The nights grew longer as Winter approached with a vengeance, and Rick spent most of them alone in his farmhouse, the lights turned down low, pretending to read or listen to his crackling radio or anything. Some of them were longer than others - and this was one of them. In a thin sweater that his mother had knit for him and a baggy pair of flannel pajama pants, he sat at the table in his kitchen, staring straight ahead.

The bottle of whiskey was in his sightline.

He wasn’t much of a drinker. He’d sworn his mother when he was a teenager he’d never go heavier than beer or wine. But it was right there. Right there.

The phone rang.

Rick glanced down, dragging it close, then felt his heart freeze in his chest when he saw the number. It didn’t matter that he’d deleted Sabrina’s number from his phone - he still remembered the number. He pushed the phone so hard that it nearly fell off the other edge of the table, then splashed a shot into his glass and took a swig.

Goddess, that’s shit.

What a fucking coward she has been... Running away from the only string of hope she had left in this damned cursed life all because she was afraid. Afraid he will change his mind, to see her true colors and her destructive, life sucking curse.

None of this felt right... No, it was never right to begin with. She fucked up, and it took months and nearly going berserk with her powers to figure that out. No one to blame but herself... His name was the only thing she could muster up the day of the tournament after passing out, nurses from the tent had to inform her that he was gone. What was the point in trying to fix something that’s broken into tiny little pieces? It doesn’t matter, I have to try.

... Easier said than done. It took her weeks and empty bottles of vodka, whiskey, whine, etc to try and convince herself to do jack shit. Her work performance has dropped severely to the point where she calls out every other day and just lives at the bar to forget her sorrows... 

Not sure what was so different from today, perhaps the concentration of the alcohol or the amount of hydro she rolled up in a blunt, but it had her on a daze laying and staring at the ceiling. Images of his smile continue to push through her mind’s haze, reminding her of those pictures they took together at the amusement park... She always carried them either in her purse or her wallet, along side with a Whisper Stone she never got the chance to use. Forcing herself to stand up, she proceeded to dig inside her pocket for the cursed wallet, pulling out those specific items one in each hand... “Stupid idiot... Why did you make me go fall for you.” Her eyes focused intently at each frame, how stiff and nervous he seemed at the first one, slowly loosing up on the second with that stupid goofy face she adores... To the third with a warm, gentle kiss that left an imprint in her heart. It wasn’t suppose to end like this.

Bringing the stone closer to her lips and holding on to the picture for support, Sabrina made a decision... Do something right for once in your life. She pressed her lips softly against the stone, thinking about absolutely nothing other than Rick...

‘... I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused you. You don’t deserve this, you never did. I-I’m not good with words and... I really don’t know what else to say... But I really fucking miss you right now. I’ve never felt this way for anyone in my life. No one has ever taught me how to love... But you-- You gave me that privilege, and I was so stupid to push you away for that... Rick... I’m so sorry... I love you.’

Done. But it wasn’t enough. Time is running out and, worst case scenario... She has already lost him. In which she came in terms with that fate, a mistake she’ll regret for the rest of her life and carry it on her shoulders. But I have to try. Pulling out her cellphone from the opposite side of the other pocket, she began to dial his erased number. Funny, she still remembers. 

Nothing. No answer, and all she’s left with is grief. No, try again. Unsure whether at this point is to save what is lost, or because of the booze and weed has her moving on auto-pilot. Second ring, as she’s getting ready to board that goddamn ship to Arcadia, finding the biggest green jacket she could find and a green scarf to match, a pair of tight skinny jeans and those ugly, yet comfortable black Ugg boots. Please, answer the phone... “Fuck it. I’ll go to you then.” Desperate for one last attempt, Sabrina marched out of her apartments, keeping her phone close to her ear in case he ever decides to answer...

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No Sell || Max & Sabrina

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[♫] — He crosses his arms, fingers drumming the inside of his arm as he stares down at her. Max wasn’t really angry– if anything he was disappointed, perhaps a bit exasperated with the floundering woman in front of him. He held no ill feelings towards Sabrina. She was a rather cute and charming woman, and it pained him to put so troubled an expression on such a beautiful face, but still: rules were rules, and he couldn’t ignore the sanctity of order all for the sake of a cute girl.

“You say that, but do you mean it? This isn’t the first time this has happened, Sabrina…” He shakes his head. “This can’t keep happening, do you understand? I’m sure you’re aware of what will happen if it does.”

“I-I promise!! This will be the last time boss--” Trying to mean it this time, of course... But temptations will always be there, something she should truly work on. “I... I understand.” Head continued to hang low, eyes glued to the floor and frankly... Afraid to make eye contact with all-mighty boss. She respected him in a lot of ways-- How he’s rather graceful in everything he does and could easily gain the trust of everyone around him. Above all, he’s fucking stunning, but like hell she’ll make a move on her boss. Not trying to get fired here--.

“I just-- Got carried away by their cuteness and-- I know that shouldn’t be an excuse... But I promise I won’t do it again, boss!” Her head lifted up softly, finally being able to catch his gaze. “I shall only stare at you from now on~” Crap-- I said something stupid-- Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.

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The Perfect Job || Marlin & Sabrina

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I can work with this, he thought as he took her hand and let her pull him to his feet. He’d had an injured leg before. He could play at a genuine limp. He winced as he put weight on the suggested injured leg and shifted his weight quickly, then breathed a rusty laugh that he rarely got the chance to use. “Steal? Only a foolish man would steal from a police officer.”

And that was the truth. Marlin would be a fool if he went through with his plan right now, but…well. That would make it far more interesting when he managed to succeed, wouldn’t it?

“Besides, you look like you could ruin me, if you wanted.” Marlin flicked his gaze quickly over her body as he began to hobble forward toward the apartment building, little by little. “Not that I would regret such a thing, but…”

Gently pulling the man back on his two feet, Sabrina eyed his ‘injured’ leg... It doesn’t seem swollen, but then again... She’s no doctor so, what the hell does she know? Nothing. “Handsome and smart? Quite the dangerous pair~” A light chuckle left her lips, watching him struggle with his steps. “Do I? Hope I’m not scaring you away.” Trying to keep a conversation going while he continued to waddle towards her apartments was honestly... Boring? 

Wanting to speed things up a little, Sabrina lifted his arm to wrap it around her shoulders. Her own slithering around his waist to help support his weight. “But..?” A smirk appeared on her face as they reached the stairs. ‘He’s really trying to get me in trouble while on the clock...’ And she’s stupid enough to let him.

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“The Pain In My Heart” Pelago Arms Tournament - Fall 2017 Battle for 3rd Rick vs. Sabrina Rick: It had been difficult, but Rick was finally getting the hang of transporting his monsters from their barn to his arms. He still wasn't quite sure how he managed it, but just an hour before he'd been...

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A disheartening fight for 3rd place ends with hearts still not mended, even with Rick’s victory.