❛ DO I ? ❜ death , dying , decay / carnage , cruor , corrupt : ask him , he’s seen it all . parasites are synonymous with the withering , the reaping , of life . but oh , he hates the mess left behind - it’s just unsanitary , sloppy , really ! canines protrude when he flashes a grin , despite the distaste slithering up his ribs like a serpent rapidly , acidly . he makes it a point to run his own hand through his hair , speckles of red tinting the ends , glistening in the shrouded light . ❛ i’d like to think i look good all the time . what do you think ? ❜ a halt comes after that in the form of displeased glances thrown at the nuances of red dripping of the other . the hush doesn’t last long , chuckle escapes the confines of his stained maw . all his threats come accompanied by echoing laughter , it seems , and it’s no different this time around . ❛ you should reeeally clean up , buddy . you get that shit on my shirt and i’ll chop of your head . ❜
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