꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꧑ᤙɾᑯɛɾ ƒᴏɾ Һıɾɛ ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

n//sfw - minors dni
Joined October 2024
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ꕥ𝓝𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣 𝓒𝓘𝓣𝓘𝓔𝓢 𝓜𝓞𝓢𝓣 𝓐𝓓𝓞𝓡𝓐𝓑𝓛𝓔 𝓐𝓢𝓢𝓐𝓢𝓢𝓘𝓝ꕥ
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GOOOOOOOD MORNING NIGHT CITYYYYY— . . . shouldn’t it be called Day City huh ?? the sun is up . . .
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valentine
“lemme slip into something more comfortable” enters psychosis
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/ BREMERTON I KNEW THERE WAS ANOTHER PINK THING
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“hey, hey! i’m just the messenger!! boss lady is suuuuper particular—“ she starts and stops, biting back her words. “and i offered to split the eddies with you but you didn’t seem interested. do i look like i’m made of money?” once again she falls back and disappears. >
ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ<< 𝘪 am a walking tragedy, and she makes a joke. >> 𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗼 laments from the lamppost, dramatic and wounded. he is, however, very much okay. the wince has already folded back into a sulky squint, and he's pulling himself back together. ( + ) ᅠᅠ
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aaaand out of rasko’s arms she goes before he can drop her, hopping back onto the ground in front of the stalwart leader. “you just have to stand there— like big ( dogs ).” there it is; a hint. one he would likely pick up on about just who had sent the little firecracker. >
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“well? we got a deal…? or do i have to find myself three other big scary men to hide behind, hmm?”
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“a hundred thousand.” does he wanna keep talking? because she can go up higher! arms crossed— she rolls her eyes. “you know, she was right about you.”
ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠshe should feel the smug grin widening from cheek to cheek, even when there’s nothing for her to see. << you look like a good judge of character! >> yes. not in the way he intends. << a thousand? that’s pocket change. . . or peanuts, like you americans say. >> ᅠᅠ
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“HAHA. you’re funny, did you know that? no seriously this time— this is for you.” a black box is held out to him.
ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠclosing his legs, taking one step back. << ha, no. not this time, little miss. you're not kicking me in the jewels again! >> . . .wait. ᅠᅠ
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h-hey, hey! i mean… nicknames are cute! i can work with that! (˶•̀ ᎑-˶)
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“is he gonna be okay?” valentine asks, pointing toward the clearly not okay rasko. “did i rattle his head when i kicked him in the dick? hah— is that what they mean by dickhead?” funny little thing, isn’t she? not afraid of pushing buttons. >
ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ<< 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮, >> 𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗼 says faintly, likely assuaging the last leg of some pain-induced cognitive strain, << she said i’m perfect. >> << she said all three of us were perfect, >> 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮 cuts him short, << for standing still, idiot. >> ( + ) ᅠᅠ
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this wasn’t just personal, it was something that clearly rattled her. “so i’m sent to deliver a uh… apology, i guess? extend a hand for a truce? find some sort of neutral ground… my head is on the chopping block if it goes wrong though! buuut…” she falls backwards— >
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stepping out from behind strela. “thaaaat’s where you come in! with you guys there they won’t think twice to shoot the messenger, you know? come on, what do you say? just a teeny, tiny favour for a girl in need? it’ll take, like, an hour tops! and i’ll owe you a biiiig favour!”
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