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[ A smile was infinitely more terrifying than a smirk, or the disappointed grimace sheâd become so accustomed to. That smile meant that he was a wildcard; unable to be truly read correctly, and unable to be predicted. The grip on her braids made her flinch, and the second they wrapped around her neck she could feel her knees shake, threatening to give out for one terrifying moment. ] AâŚAhh. Busy, mostly. T-Trying to find aâŚquiet spot to workâŚamongst the g-gaggle. [ It wouldnât do good to answer anything but the truth, after all. ]
â [ â ] â Oh, How horrible for you. Hm, sweetie? [ He practically spit the word ;sweetie; He didn't care about the writer whatsoever, and he merely saying such sweet things as a joke, only to laugh and spit in her face later, it was amazing having someone so loyal, despite what he has done. ] It must be so hard, being surrounded by such idiots hm? Aren't you glad you have someone like me on your side? [ He pulled a bit tighter on her hair. ]








