โฑ . . . I, thank you, friend. Perhaps I shall, after all, your eyes surpass mine.
( A faint mumble, barely passing as a chuckle left him. )
โฑ Heaven wouldโve chosen a pathetic wretch.
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สป yes. youโre ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ a much better choice than anyone heaven would have chosen. my archive contains a wealth of information gathered over decades of observation. perhaps youโll find something useful there. สผ
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โฑ . . . And you entrust me?
( Said incredulously, as hand carefully grabbed said key. Running a blackened nail over its outline. )
โฑ . . . There is no atoning in his eyes, friend. We are but pariahs now.
( Beginnings of a snarl clawing at his throat before ceasing. Eye glancing at said key. )
โฑ Oh? And what is this for?
// man, what do I actually miss?
// I donโt- really use this app anymore-
// I need to rework Iaothโs story, and his voice claim-
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. . . @deisticeyes .
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// mm, heya.
//so- not gonna use this account until further notice.
// if i comeback, itโll be changed heavily.
// Maybe muse him, maybe not. Idk, but for now, silence.
// I need a friends input-
// what the hell do I do with thisโ
// Do I do Albert Wesker, Michael Myers, Ghostface? Scp-049???โ
// WHAT DONI DO-
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