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Send a âș for my muse's reaction to yours hitting mine out of anger
           [ It's no surprise that the blow isn't very hard nor painful, but that small fist succeeded in rousing a bloody color to Afonos's cheek, tender flesh buzzing from the aftermath. Mato....actually--hit him. His little brother has never been pushed to such extents before, has never harbored enough ill emotion to physically strike against him. ]           [ Standing there, stunned beyond belief as he stared down at the other hellhound, having stumbled back due to the harsh contact from Mato, Afo felt...a rush of guilt, remorse, and....something else. His dark brow crinkled and his lips are pulled into a thin, hard line. ] â.....I was just...trying to protect you----â










