How am I supposed to handle the ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ; it would have been better if I were 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.
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The saboteur nods his head in response to the question asked by the leader, gloved hands moving beneath the bowl to lift it towards Dwight. He was offering for the leader to take a few pieces for himself, a small smile on his face. He hadn't exactly /checked/ for any loose
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body parts like fingers or eyeballs beyond the wrappers, but he was pretty sure it would be safe to open and consume. "I haven't checked for eyeballs or fingers behind the wrappers, but the bowl is clean," He speaks with an amused tone, giving the bowl a small shake. "Let me
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The saboteur can't contain the snort of amusement that sounds from him. "I can agree that the fire does get old after a while, but could you imagine trying a trial drunk?"
"Noted," He lifts his arms to fold them comfortably over his chest, though still a bit tense in his stance. He notices the yawn and raises an eyebrow. "Bored already?"
There was a point where Jake spotted something beneath the undergrowth and stopped to inspect it, hand letting go of Dwight's for just a couple of moments to pick up a particularly vibrant blossom from the earth. He turned to and walked swiftly over to Dwight, the strange,
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mutters this to Dwight as he thinks about it, twirling the flower in between his fingers. His gaze shifts back up to Dwight's face as he speaks, giving his partner his full attention. As nice as the glowing blossom is, Dwight is far more interesting to him. "I suppose it
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Jake was happily trailing with his boyfriend, hand still held tightly in his own. It was easy to tell when Jake was in his element, the smile clear on his face. His interest was in almost everything along the path from the flora to the snap of fallen branches beneath his
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feet, it all reminded him of his old forest. His home. He was snapped back to reality by the voice of the leader, turning his head from where he had been watching a certain patch of moss seem to glow on the trunk of a nearby tree. "It's entirely possible," He speaks up
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There is a /very/ audible sigh coming from the saboteur followed by an unamused shake of the head. "Right, how could I forget?" His tone is sarcastic as he speaks, looking the other over.
"A realm that has different variations within itself," He nods as he says this, as though saying it out loud made it make more sense to the saboteur. It wasn't unlike the realms they visited in trials so much after all, although this one was thankfully lacking any sort of
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killer that roamed it - as far as they knew. As they moved further away from the camp, Jake was more interested in the plants life around them, half searching for offerings he could take back to the campfire for use. He turned his attention to Dwight, nodding towards the
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