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Sigmund took a hard drag off of the cigarette between the pointer and middle finger of his left hand. He held a bag of frozen green beans to his head with the other. His right eye narrowed at the moth like fae before him, his left being bruised to the point of closing.
"Fuck you..."
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He wanted to say something akin to ‘fuck me yourself’, but the bruises lining the hunter’s body hold him he wasn’t in the mood for such humor. . “Awww, poor thing,” Vali teased, though his tone was not completely without any concern. He slinked closer, until he was crouched on his haunches next to Sigmund. “Are you okay?”


















