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of course anyone with the audacity of a child, he would.

❝  tch... DON’T. ❞

               taking the glasses back was easy; (quicker reflexes, if anything) it’s having to deal with Clear that’s been proving difficult. as much as the teenager would love to be a soul of an emotionless being, the robot was doing something to stop the young King’s efforts. was becoming heartless and despondent too much to ask nowadays?

     tch. annoying people aren’t even comparable to this horrid situation—which really says a lot when you’re, well, him—how laughably ironical. the universe really should make up her mind whether to be someone cruel or someone who just wants to stomp all over him.            it’s a sub(un)conscious effort—one hand in the Eskimo jacket & the other held against the spectacles in the recontinued walk back to his private quarters. virtually unknowingly expecting the empty space to be filled...~

❝  . . . ❞

❝  don’t touch the finish. ❞

meaning: ‘don’t touch it’ in general.

            it’s purely unfortunate coincidence that they’ve ran into each other here.

     there aren’t many things the Grey King [would] could brag about if he wanted to; mainly because of how overwhelmingly TIRED he is on a day-to-day basis that trying the escape of humor would create a hilariously oxymoronic sense of self-deprecation. but, at least, caring for a pile of purposely-designed scarp of metal is about as close as the young adult gets to being “tender”.

❝  …it’s the metallic base coat paint. NOW DON’T TOUCH. ❞

   perhaps if time repeatedly chose not to toy with how it bends—(whether a at human’s will or a god’s mercy)—“living” in such fabricated truths could be a bit more bearable.            this time, it would be the Priestess who possesses such dangerous quick thinking.

    of all his webbed bonds, at least one is daring enough to play the cord of distrusting this person who just so happens to randomly appear & save their leader during their “downfall”. someone who just so happens to already know their story of such bravado against the ignorance masses created from the same dust they all come from.                granted the girl certainly would not be the only one to question where this unknown variable originated; all the more with whatever motives this enigma holds to the Thieves, but her boldness is most alarmingly similar to that of the Master’s guest. such as her audacity to inviting him for a private conversation in what is obviously meant as a questioning.  (if only that idiot had her brain cells...)

❝  despite THEIR  easily revealed façade, the eight of you are annoyingly lucky. basically: i won’t be DIRECTLY helping your asses anymore, but i’m still on babysitting duty. ❞

           the cat needs to continue reaching for the truth until deserving to be aware of this—meaning the reasons to the secret Velvet Room Attendant’s arrival will temporarily have to remain in a shaded truth between the guest, the one with a brain, and everyone else.

❝  tch. i’m F I N E; it’s nothing…❞

it was an immediate L I E.             but what else is to be expected from an instinctively compulsive liar?

     just because he’s somewhat acknowledged that good things can happen even for him, DOES NOT mean he has accepted the reality of people CARING for him (genuinely). clansmen clanswomen is more like it or not, such a cynical outlook would stubbornly refuse to move to change..

                    there was no one in the beginning, so there will be no one in the end.

❝  … ❞

         although one could certainly T R Y getting his social capabilities to a better performance.