@embodiiment
Literally, lifts an ankle in the air and beckons to him.
I dare you.
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@embodiiment
Literally, lifts an ankle in the air and beckons to him.
I dare you.
throws him some boxing gloves. “pick it up.”
@embodiiment : " hello "
"Goodbye."
@embodiiment: i was birthed into existence to kill everyone you love *hair twirl*
"black flash-"
Continued from [X] @embodiiment
That earned him a bored look, blue eyes flashing amber in warning. She’d never understand why curses seemed to go after one another as often as they did regular people. It was exhausting honestly. “Or I simply eat you, but I think that’d upset our friend, don’t you?” The last thing she wanted to deal with was a lecture from Geto or anyone else.
Choso ! ❤︎ You don't have to deal with bloodloss, do you? So you'll let me swap around your limbs and turn them into something more fun ? Pleasepleaseplease
❛ swap yourself , i'm not some play thing. ❞ sadistic creature, as if he would test the boundaries of his own life for some twisted fantasy. ❛ transfigure this . ❞ extends middle finger, something he learned recently. apparently people do it when they don't like a situation.
HUG !!! ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎
There was a feeling that he was in danger and yet, before anything where to happen he turned around, only to see the other trying to touch him. Jumping back, he stared at the other.
" Sorry, I'm not much of a hugger. Besides, I hate being touched by dirty things. "
wrapping their arms around mine’s waist. || accepting @embodiiment
@embodiiment liked x for a starter.
❝ AREN'T YOU A FASCINATING one? ❞ his voice lilts like a song as he ghosts around this created thing, stitched from evil and standing there with a smile. suguru can feel the raw power sloughing off of mahito, pulsing and writing with all the bitterness and hatred of humanity; though he cannot absorb him without dominating him by force, there is the promise on the back of his tongue, a taste carried on the air and coating his sinuses with something acrid and vile.
when his plan succeeds, what will happen to this creature? will he weaken? cease to exist?
❝ tell me, ❞ he muses, ❝ what have you learned of humanity so far? i see you've been trying new things. ❞