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[bewitcheds]

“ you got any candy? “

SHE PROCESSES THE QUESTION WITH AN OBSCURE  absent mindedness,   unassuming that it had been tailored for her.    it isn’t until that she still feels her company’s looming presence that she does pivot to where she’s stood,   expectantly                       if not the presence,   then surely the louring silhouette demarcating ismahan’s personal space would have been more than an indication.    it leaves her markedly apprehensive,    something familiar begins to manifest in the peach - pit of her belly.    the appropriate descriptor evades her.

❛      NO                  ?       why the hell would you ask me ?       we don’t even know each other,     are you okay in the head ?       ❜  

[kanaboni]

❛  aren’t y’ too old t’be playin’ with toys?  ❜

❛     IT AIN’T A TOY,     KID.     ❜     his weapon was a part of himself,     symbiotic.     one in the same.     his kanabō speaks to him,     for as long as he exists he’ll hear the whispers of the damned.     it was his curse to wield the weapon the very second he laid hands on it.     forever,     his life intertwined with what she considered a toy.     curiosity was his curse,      he hopes she’d learn wiser.     kanabō in hand,     he extends it outward toward her.     other hand wagging his finger.     A     WARNING:     NO     TOUCHING.     ❛     you touch this thing and it’ll slurp up your soul like a bendy straw.     ❜     he knows he appears aggressive,     after a moment of glaring he realizes.     he isn’t known for kindness,     but he wasn’t     NADINE     either.

corners of his lips turns upward,     a smile.     it’s as gentle as it can be without baring teeth.     an attempt to conceal the bestial.     ❛     besides,     it’s a kanabō,     i can tell you more if you want or some shit.     ❜

[devinedcomedy]

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          ❛  Never  had  any  LOST  GIRLS  before...  How’re  you  with  a  sword  ??  ❜

[inferorvmcanis-blog]

‘ that’s a good dog. ‘

AT  LONG  LAST  —  AN  ANSWER  TO  THE  QUESTION  WHO’S  A  GOOD  BOY  ?  but  a  pause  — — —  was  it  an  answer  ?  a  surreptitious  glance  behind  him  ;  can’t  see  anyone  else  !  can’t  smell  anyone  else,  either.  which  only  leaves  him,  which  means  .  .  .  damian  !  damian’s  a  good  dog  !  wow  !  grin  blossoms  on  his  face  ;  bright  &  all-consuming.  he’s  too  excited  to  even  speak,  thinks  maybe  he  might  cry  a  little  (  maybe  pee  a  little  )  !  damian  ?  a  good  dog  ?  it’s  all  he  could  ever  ask  for  !