哀れな
ʜΛᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇΛ ᴡʜΛᴛ ʟɪᴇs ʙᴇɴᴇΛᴛʜ ᴛʜΛᴛ sᴋɪɴ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀs
ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʟᴇss sʜɪᴛ
ｈｏｗ ｆｉｔｔｉｎｇ
﹟ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛxʀ
sᴇᴍɪ-ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ
operate
+ rabidgrin
+ tenentorbis
| – S i l e n c e. – |
| – Cocoa bristles of smooth and pointed locks concealed the left bister occuli of his facial contortions; quirked brow in the right quadrant of the frontal surface of his enticing outer shell was hardly visible in the available lighting. It was warm, but dark– darker than a placid spring day should have been. – |
“–… Well,”
| – His tone was deep, husk; but it wasn’t so raspy that it made it rough to comprehend the lyrics that left his vocal pipelines. The prodigious patriarch had a blank expression; despondency lingering within his eyes and toxicity laced along his tongue as he delivered a very cold and indignant message. – |
"What’s your business here?“
| – Two strangers in the presence of a very experienced,
And nefarious killer who slaughtered,
massacred,
and mutilated
in c o l d blood. – |