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“When children break something, who cleans up after the mess?”
It would be of no use to argue, much less someone with such prospects. He could only hope this one would be at least a little bit more manageable than the previous cases, and a bit more entertaining, too.
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“ I must thank you for the information I
desired.”
he rises from his cot and moves to press a
palm against the lock. boy ? lips twist into
a snarl and he spits back.
“you are someone’s lap dog, I gather.
did your master send you on a fetch
quest, hm.”
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/ just bookmarking bullshit for the day someone writes rosemary for me... or astrologer 🤤 jin bday present..?
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Much to Tuberose’s own dismay, his schedule was far from flexible enough to entertain these ... recreational visits. It hasn’t been so long, could have been much more—— given the scandalous times he’s spent imprisoned ( courtesy of that dear benefactor of his ).
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face scrunching with mild annoyance , the scientist could only grumble some choice words .
" what are *you doing here," his hissed out .
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This is unimportant, the thought of this little researcher was absurd ＆ hardly worth indulging in. His upper body leans forward, shortening the distance between their faces, and his eyes narrow as if a smile hid beneath the mask.
“Mr. Researcher,” he says, –
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“If the security is as ineffective as you claim it to be,” Tuberose asks, idly cranking his blades together as if showing this youth how little he cared. “why don’t you attempt to escape?”
A dramatic sigh follows, and he turns his back on him to press it against the cell.
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scaled hands fold the pages closed,
his gaze wandering from monotonous
text to the newcomer. the first soul
besides the jailers helios had glimpsed
in moons.
“the security in this miserable place is
severely lacking. why are you here ? to
mock ?”
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#idvoc rp account for eden sharpe, the assistant.
“Bored?” his voice echoes, but he’s already quite close. Tuberose leans lazily against the cell while gazing at the unfortunate stranger. A grimace of disgust remains hidden beneath the mask, though his groan is poorly concealed.
“You could kill some time fixing your hair.”
