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⠀⠀⠀ Monari pressed against the dirty brick walls of the alleyway he was currently cornered in, chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he looks at the knife in the other’s hands.
⠀⠀⠀ The poor boy couldn’t focus enough to speak properly, eyes blurry with ➺ https://twitter.com/rosaxalba/status/1263922895136440321
⠀⠀⠀ Monari pressed against the dirty brick walls of the alleyway he was currently cornered in, chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he looks at the knife in the other’s hands.
⠀⠀⠀ The poor boy couldn’t focus enough to speak properly, eyes blurry with ➺ https://twitter.com/rosaxalba/status/1263922895136440321
➺ frightened tears.
⠀⠀⠀ ❝ D-D-Don’t kill me! ❞ He begged. Of all the ways he thought he would die, dying by the hands of a human who’s soul appeared unremarkable in every way was near the bottom of his list.
⠀⠀⠀ ❝ Wh-what do you-u wa-want?❞ He hiccups, ➺
⠀⠀⠀ ❝ D-D-Don’t kill me! ❞ He begged. Of all the ways he thought he would die, dying by the hands of a human who’s soul appeared unremarkable in every way was near the bottom of his list.
⠀⠀⠀ ❝ Wh-what do you-u wa-want?❞ He hiccups, ➺
➺ searching desperately in the recesses of his mind for anything he might have done, might have said to warrant an attack. ❝ M-M-Money? ❞
⠀⠀⠀ He doesn’t have much on him, but he empties his pockets anyway, a tattered wallet falling to the ground.
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⠀⠀⠀ He doesn’t have much on him, but he empties his pockets anyway, a tattered wallet falling to the ground.
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