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Unaware of what was going on and only stuck between a fluster and concern, Alkas just blinks at Prin, surprised she was still sticking there and her words further. “I ain’t think ya seen him when he gets riled tho’,” she quietly says even though she knows he likely can already see them and hear them. This was his territory and she belonged to him even if she fought that claim at times.

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The moment that Alkas hung up the phone from Valentino she could feel her engine squeaking in running too fast now. She needed to go, already feeling the nipping at her heels. Glancing around the outskirts of the Entertainment District she was settled in, she tried to spot one of Prin’s crows, remembering how she talked of them.

After calming a few panicked breaths, she finally did. Though, how to even use it was another matter while she stared at the bird and then proceeded to make ‘pspsps’ noises at it, rubbing her fingers together like one would do to call a cat rather than a bird.

@strikers-saloon

"A drink weren't too bad an idea. Ain't sure 'bout the whole makin' friends stuff tho'..." She mutters to herself after the bartender imp gives her a refill.

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"A'right, y'know I been itchin' to fights someone for days now 'n yer just tauntin' 'nuff," she begins, reaching to her shoulder to grab the handle of that metal bat of hers within the oil like it were an endless depth. She pulls it out, flinging oil in the process.

Diverging verse starter thread!

If you wish to follow this separate from the #alkasden [wannabe overlord] storyline then look out for the tag #alkasden [chained dreams] to keep organized on this path split!

Continued from HERE. @the-delightful-temptation

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The noises from Alkas' watch felt like a background noise amidst the sweet scent wracking her system. Her body relaxed further into his lap, uncaring of how she felt the warm air hit her body already dripping of her oil onto the seat and Valentino as well.

Right now all she could do was gaze at that offering, his tongue dripping with the addictive drug was unlike any other high she could have obtained. It was far too tempting... She wanted to dance.

Leaning forward, she opens her mouth gladly to take the tip of his tongue, to taste that drug upon it. Her eyes lidded with the rush from tasting the pure liquid, far more than the smokes he gave her ever did.

Her hands clutching at the fluff of his coat tightened, her back arching to lean closer into him while she gave in. It wouldn't hurt to have some fun, right? She could always come back from it... right?

Page 9: Everything is fine.

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If you have nothing nice to say Don't say nice things anyway Nothing gets better if we all Act like there's nothing wrong

I can see through To the real you Imperfect There's a screw loose

Something broken What a break through You can't seek help I can't fix you

You can't hide the entire world So stop acting like such a bottom-feeder It's a face we're all paid to wear The cheer only makes the venom sweeter

It's a bonfire, it's a war front It's a purge night, it's a witch hunt It's a car crash, it's a failed stunt It's a cult

EVERYTHING IS FINE

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