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hey fellow critters please don't buy these!!! youtooz is a really weird company, they posted an animation of mel (a black woman) from arcane being ran over with a car driven by viktor (a white man) and never addressed it despite it being called out many, many times
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the reaction has his hand quickly drawing back as he noticed, eyes going a little wider.
"oh- I am sorry. I didn't want to cause you pain-"
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"and who might that be .แฃ"
his hand settled over where the stitching lay. fingers tracing the line of them, and the flesh around it.
he wasn't like a corpse. appearances be damned. and the stitch was made by someone who knew +
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"no, flesh isn't the same. metal isn't as delicate."
he hums, watching him a moment as his hand reaches. not touching, but gesturing as he's asking permission to.
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"it does. but nothing can truly mimic the natural intricacies of the human body."
he straightens a little, smiling to Occtis then reaching to pet Pin just briefly.
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he let out a quiet apology, letting the tea settle on Occtis' desk and nodding a little.
eyes skim the examples he has in the book with a smile.
"I studied much the same way for my automatons."
his flesh hand traced a +
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a quiet presence, stepping behind with hot tea. not to drink since he knows he's incapable. but it has a strong arouma. and is hot and warm to hold.
he glances a moment, throat clearing. "beautiful. I did not know you were an +
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To whom it may concern: today, 75 innocent people recovered from beneath the rubble, where they had lain for a year and a halfโwere laid to rest.















