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——” You mean all this time…” Clenched fists and eyes keep him from breaking down externally. Internally…no. 

✌ - Drunk/drugged text 

[Text]: wolow huuujn?./? 

[text] I heard a song where they said ‘hips don’t lie’. I think they actually can. At least yours.

[text] I tried to say something nice, but I don’t think I got it right.

Send me a “❤” and I’ll generate a number (angst version):

My muse and your muse switch bodies! Twist is, they can now access each other’s memories.

"Are you the new member ?"

Amadi’s fingers tapped a steady staccato on the table that rested within the shadows of the bar, he’d been here for quite some time awaiting the contact that had come forth with whispered secrets, and hushed words of deceit. However he truly doubted the one that had originally come forth with the info would be the one to approach him, it just didn’t make logical sense. For the informant had come from a nobody,  he held no significance, he owned nothing nor cared to better himself. Which led the anbu to truly question the man’s validity but it was his job to wait, to meticulously pick through these type of statements and find the grain of truth that lay at the heart.

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So there he remained the untouched mug beside him, whilst his calm collected gaze remained fixated on the doorway. For either his contact would enter there, or was already here though the latter seemed very unlikely given the current company of people within this place. Nonetheless he couldn’t count anyone out. Because he knew all too well that only murderers graced the inner walls of this place.

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The murderers that threw wary glances his way, for he had been quite bold to enter this place dressed in his anbu guise. Fully prepped and shrouded within the concealing confines of his attire. However his comfort truly came from the familiarity of it and less the protection it provided, how the veil his mask provided only succeeded in adding another layer to the already emotionless being.

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