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*&&: kyuseiishu.

         остановись ——–!❜ 

           a command that falls upon deaf ears, regardless of how angrily it is
           barked, of the urgency behind it. he refuses to fall behind. his fellow
           mafioso is quick, yes, but squalo is quicker —– and fueled on rage,
           no less. sharp turns and winding paths likely meant to make him lo-
           se his way ( these are foreign streets to him, after all; he’s only trav-
           eled to russia so many times ) do not quite serve their purpose. bef-
           ore long, he’s within earshot —- a closer proximity, as it were; such
           that he’s just barely able to reach out and grab the hood of the other
           man’s jacket. 

           it’s tempting, he’ll admit. so much so that his hand leaves his side
           before he’s had a chance to think the action through ——.

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         where the fuck do you think you’re going ——-!?







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