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Sitting outside in a lawn chair, holding an energy drink and wearing sunglasses.
"I need more power."
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"It isn't polite to stare."
Crona's words cut through the silence like a knife, sounding deadpan as the glasses nonchalantly slid off his face, being a tad too large to fit properly.
From behind, Ragnarok sprouted, sporting a shorts cap and gold chain.
["What're gawking at?"]
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These glasses really ARE madness. β Sorta reminds her of a π¦ππ§ππ’π¬. Don't question the train of thought-,
Speaking of, should she, like, β confront Crona with what's on her mind? The urge of sharing her opinion is π΄π΅π³π°π―π¨.
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Ragnarok called me a dirty white boy once and it was all down hill from there
I will not mentally recover from this
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Madness Wavelength is like living in a mobile game ad.
Nothing makes sense, and it leads to the atrophy of the brain.
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"You ever just... stop feeling anything at all? It feels cold, and like I'm nowhere at all. Like a ghost."
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"Do I have a favorite type of meat? I guess lamb, I remember it tasting good when I did well enough to earn being able to eat meat again."
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"I don't think I could hold hands, mine are too dirty. I don't think blood ever washes away completely."
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