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shadows? does she mean the one thing that doesn’t aim to gun him down for simply existing? weird. ‘c. been a while. glad you’re still ki—hicking.’ the last of the sentence would trail in leu of the sudden addition of pressure.

‘simple ‘not gonna throw him into a judo flip’ would too.’ he sputters, before placing a hand over the chest-pinning foot. there’s definitely malice behind this. he knows, he knows. let him off the hook just this one time?

mildly, he’s gasping for air. winded, ur not incapacitated. how long had it been since this had happened last? not all that long ago. a raspy, guttural voice would ring out. ‘. . ‘bout par for the course.’

yea, a few questions. one; when did the ground become the sky? secondly, why can’t he breathe; besides the obvious being a rib or two shattering.

absolutely. wouldn’t be the first time, after all. he’s just. . . gonna. . maybe extend a hand towards her shoulder?

ok, but.... if he touches her... what’s to say she won’t just judo-flip him out of revenge?

seems like it. or is she just a mirage? hard to tell. he’s so tired.

... hm. she’s alive still?

sigh.

but it’s so confy

mmmm no feel good ground nap :)

. . . carolina’s getting old.

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// thank you sm aaa T_T