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apostasyifan
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historiansehun
heterochromiris
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aihyuna
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remedysoo
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krystallist
jinkv
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dorihyun
♕ — ”I gotta find a regalia…” The god murmured to himself, rubbing a dirty hand on his tracksuit, and then rubbing some spirit goo off his chin. A grey splotch of infected skin on the opposite hand demanded attention; but Yato couldn’t make his way to a shrine. At least, not now. In the defenseless, battered state that he was in, he would be a laughing stock to whatever god’s shrine he walked into.
The war god rolled a half-empty beer can he had found on the side of the road between his hands, the once-cooled liquid splashing against the sides. The other half was already injected, making the male’s face flushed, his speech nonsense, and his stride unsteady.
