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[size=20pt]so many feels --[/size] [hr] "And it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line." [hr] [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 120px;] [size=7pt]IC: "Right." Garry murmured, his pale skin flushing slightly red as he snapped the blade shut and put it back. He hadn't meant to react that way - it was more instinct than anything. He felt rather silly now, even if he hadn't actually planned on attacking. He shoved his hands back into his pockets, careful to be gentle with the rose, in case he needed to grab something immediately. That, and he was cold. It appeared to be a bit chillier than before, though it may have just been his imagination. His gaze kept wandering back to Migi, despite himself. He couldn't help it - the parasite scared him. Its resemblance to the beings in the art museum definitely didn't help ease his mind. He found himself hoping that the two hadn't heard the part about his life being linked to the rose.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 120px;] [size=7pt]OOC: [/fancypost] |
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[color=white][size=12]"I really f*cked it up this time, didn't I, my dear?"[/size]
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