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Blue eye sparkles from the darkness, from the safety of such sanctuary it can only be home to EVIL. The mechanical beast is already half-finished, groaning for the rest to be completed. But it won’t ( he’ll make sure of that! ). Three still scoured the unholy trial grounds, whether for wholeness or absolution, Butch didn’t care ( Butch Cavendish didn’t care one way or the other ). HE’S ALREADY MURDERED ONE OF HER FRIENDS, sharp teeth digging into hot, wet flesh of one Meg’s heart ( mmmm.... ). Now, for the rest. 

he barely misses the swing of glinting glass shard as someone lurches from around the corner. “whoa--” sharp point barely catches on denim and he’s backtracked nearly into a stumble. tommy’s just as swift to lower his weapon, something like apology crossing his face as two come to face each other. not a monster, okay. the foggy expanse of carnival rides and old stone did little for visibility, or the sense of ever-creeping paranoia. “watch where you swing that.” gun passes to one hand so he can offer her a small surrendering gesture.

Love Hour! || @alertech || Unhappily Accepting

don’t be friends with me

yell in the crowd! // accepting !!

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