Sep 25, 2018
he wasn’t really. not that he was afraid to, or that it seemed too dangerous. quite the contrary, actually. he liked playing on that edge of danger, the whisper of death. perhaps it was to make sure he was alive, not a ghost -- like he so often felt. glancing over at the window again, he shrugs, " I d---don’t even tt----tuh---think you c-could sprain your aaa-ahnnn-ankle from that height. ” his tone indicates a bemused nature, but just incase, “ -- don’t wuh--worry, I’m not. ”
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