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glivasha.

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                 ze raises a hand, placating, soothing mezzo soprano notes of amusement in zir soft burst of laughter. what a peculiar human. all raised edges and serrated teeth. though he surely must also have contrasting shades, if the delicate care of his hair and smooth elegance of his clothes have any relevance at all to him… interesting, ze thinks.
                                 ‘ NOW, I HAVEN’T COMPLAINED YET. ‘
              ‘ I WAS ONLY WONDERING IF YOU NEEDED SOME HELP ? ‘

         you’re joking, right ——–!?

           his already gruff tone of voice seems only to grow moreso as they
           offer their assistance; the likes of which he would not deign to ac-
           cept, if it were not already clear. the laughter that spilled from their
           lips denoted obvious amusement. for whatever reason, they do not
           look at him and see the threat that he intends to pose. this realiza-
           tion, in turn, serves one purpose, and one alone: to grate upon his
           already frayed nerves. if he could appear more irate, rest assured,
           he would.

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         noi don’t need it, and i sure as hell don’t want it, either!







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