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“I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired.”
S-Class gunslinger of White Eclipse: Reve Volver.
“The reasoning is misguided, but I’ll allow it for the end result. Winner is on the roster for the Grand Magic Games.”
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As days passed to a week later, Kemuri place a flyer in Red Wyndham’s lacrima-mail. A big deal if the guild master himself was contacting.
#GMG3v3
{Tryouts for the upcoming Grand Magic Games are now open. Sign up now for a chance to represent the greatest guild in Fiore!}
That sounded like a great idea, until Reve and Kara looked over at a hole in the wall that wasn’t there before. Reve squinted his eyes, and out from it came…
Leaves on read because he is the absolute worst texter in history.
Text to @GunsRequip
📱: “Lina wanted me to let you and the others know that we were almost attacked tonight. Not sure what else but that’s it.”
He stops, then takes in a deep breath and releases a sigh.
“Of course you did.”
Finally, he made his way to his room for the night.
As she moved in closer to him, his right arm suddenly wrapped around her shoulder as he ushered them both along.
“Gimme a second of your time.” He said mysteriously into her ear, creating a certain illusion as the truth played out in the background — a bunch of women shouting —
for him with the look of pain and anguish in their eyes once they saw Chloe against him. @WeaponsAPlenty
“Chasing me for a single fry? Surely you’re not that hungry, Chloe?” He teased though he never changed his expression.
“Say please if you need it back so badly.”