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I get to spoil one (1) small scene from my own fanfic. As a treat.

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""Hershel, I-" The man's first name slipped from your tongue before you could filter yourself. Your eyes widened for a moment, waiting for a reaction, but with that sweet smile on his face, it quickly became clear that he didn't seem to mind. He let out a soft, quiet laugh and closed his eyes for a moment, seeming relaxed.

"It's alright," He reassured you, obviously having picked up on your trepidation, "You're one of my closest friends. You may call me by whatever you're most comfortable addressing me as. If it pleases you to call me Hershel, then by all means.""

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""Au contraire dear, actually, I do," He sneers as he lets out a soft laugh, as if you'd said something endearingly naïve, "I need you… to keep the pretty kitty occupied.""

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"For a moment, your fear of having offended him returned, but rather than removing your hands, he held them there, locked in place. He closed his eyes. You waited.

The warmth of your hands on his face… He relished the feeling, and truly—he wished he could prolong it for as long as possible, but he couldn't afford to lose his composure here. There were pressing matters afoot."

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""Five, six, seven, eight. Seems one little mouse is out a bit late…" You let out a strangled cry of surprise and terror at the sound of the Masked Gentleman's voice. Jumping forward with such a powerful flood of adrenaline rushing through you, it feels as if you're taking flight for a brief moment before your feet hit the ground. You whip quickly around to face the scoundrel in question, your heart pounding so hard that you can feel it in your throat. He seems utterly unbothered by your reaction, hands folded neatly on the handle of his cane, head tilted just slightly. You can feel his gaze boring holes into your soul and you just know that there is a shit-eating grin on the face behind that mask. He shrugs his shoulders slowly, head lolling to the side, a slimy sugariness in his tone. "Wouldn't you agree?""

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"“I do not need your help.” The masked man spat with a spitefulness you'd never before heard from him, his lips pulled back in a venomous scowl. The hand gripping your wrist released it with such aggression and suddenness in the movement that it would almost appear as if it had burned him."