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‘It’s actually only three starters because I already have a thread with you.’
食い殺す| | I walk a lonely road - the only one that I have ever known... don’t know where it goes , but it’s home to me and I walk alone.
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@cielo-ambito
‘It’s actually only three starters because I already have a thread with you.’
食い殺す| | I walk a lonely road - the only one that I have ever known... don’t know where it goes , but it’s home to me and I walk alone.
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食い殺す| | Ah, it was true. There was only one, this particular one, in fact. Did the herbivores run off their king?
A pale, solemn gaze, one hence devoid of violent inclination as soon as the scene before him began to register - this was not a circumstance that required regulations to be upheld, as there was no ruckus to be brought to justice. It was simply this one, lone, tiny animal... defenseless without the aggravating calls of its herd.
“As long as you don’t crowd together near me, Herbivore. But yes, that seems a good enough distance away for me not to notice.”
In the end, the statements actually seemed logical, he had no care for anyplace other than Namimori and its school grounds, and they could always huddle together on the moon, as long as the aggressive prefect couldn’t see them. A flash of steel arose from the depths of a loosely worn jacket, a single tonfa waiting patiently for bloodshed.
“Why are you alone? The look in your eyes is terrible.”
It was never without major conflict, a circumstance at which he found his wide-eyed kouhai alone, in contemplation - the spiraling thoughts of a little creature were best halted by the now, lest a nervous nature becomes an abyss too deep for voices to be heard from.