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—Dammit…
Gods above, who even was this kid? Not a glint of recognition arose in the youth’s mind, reminiscence failing to withdraw any memories bearing this boy’s portrait. But the nightmarish action of what he is forced to do overcomes curiosity, sweat beginning to beat against the wielder’s brow from the sudden intensity that is thrust upon him. Utterly humiliating—beyond that, in terms of idiotic actions.
Lids are hastily shuttered over depths of teal, body bent forward—and pursed lips pecked to the one before him.
A split-second motion, but it counted. And even then, the horrible realization of this all was still crippling. The fool doesn’t even spare the other a glance before dipping crest towards the earth, turning on leather heel and pacing so quickly into any direction that leads away from such an embarrassing plane.
