if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
Chaos disassembled, in some manner, and cleaning actually followed through, there wasn’t much else to do. Other than surveying their grand work (which he’d look at the following morning with probably some wave of confusion and haphazard shrugs), they’d completed their tasks. It’d been an evening well spent, even with the juice kid here, and a worthy distraction from everything else. “Thank you for the help!” He called towards those clearly plotting and planning escape, shaking his head at their quick liberations. The Sword grabbed hold of empty glasses, containers of paint, and everything else, still remaining steady and sturdy on his feet, despite the rampant distractions tethered to his mind. In another time, they’d all be able to come, utilize the targets they’d rendered, painted, to the bane of their existences.
And for now, maybe it could be a memory (if they recalled it at all).
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FIN <3 Thank you for helping and making it a good time!
And for now, maybe it could be a memory (if they recalled it at all).
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FIN <3 Thank you for helping and making it a good time!
DEIMOS
