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his fingers are TWITCHY----------------sticky too. crimson violently marrs his pale skin and he starts to wipe it off with quick, precise, strokes of cloth. a low chuckle takes RESIDENCE in the base of his throat, lips forming a VICIOUS grin as blue hues dart to the now dead man he’d been TORMENTING ( both VERBALLY & PHYSICALLY ! ) ❛ ——--------yanno, i’m a man of many reputations but i gotta say....PATIENCE HAS NEVER BEEN ONE OF ‘EM. ❜ he muses, ending with a small growl. J dropped the cloth, allowing it to flutter in a white and read heap to the floor & drink up the blood pooling there. he turns on his heel then, facing the blonde at his back. arms stretch wide, painted features turning less agitated. ❛ ——-------who said chivalry was ever dead ? ❜ HE GRINS.
