#turkulent

                        she stares at him with a narrowed gaze. then, with a subtle turn, she points towards her front door — one fingertip, with soil still trapped behind her nail, taps against the homemade sign with letters of her own hand that reads: no soliciting. ❝ mmm, no thank you! i'm not interested.   ❞ and with a small wave towards reno, trying to mask her own smirking, she closes the door with a thud.

                    eyes lift from their gaze, arms folded as the mumbled mess of words stir irritation upon his stoic face. ❛ ... what?  ❜

weird.... i cant... feel them anymore???? reno.... you saved me..... my hero....

'are  you  injured?  i  even  heal  turks,  but  expect  a  hefty  price  tag.'

@turkulent

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