" Signora, NO. NON sta combattendo 1x. Chi l'ha colpita in testa? (You are NOT fighting 1x. Who hit you on the head?) "
" Signora, NO. NON sta combattendo 1x. Chi l'ha colpita in testa? (You are NOT fighting 1x. Who hit you on the head?) "
" We love ya too, boss. "
°•Looking left- looking right•°
I love my boys
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" We love ya too, boss. "
I finished this like 2 weeks late shush》
I finished this like 2 weeks late shush》
【 looking intently into said direction...spying a glow! 】
FUCK YEAH I HIT SOMETHING
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°•Staring off into said direction•°
There goes some survivor.
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" 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠
𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. "
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" 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠
𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. "
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ᅠ𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪
ᅠᅠᅠ𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 ■■■■■
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ᅠ𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪
ᅠᅠᅠ𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 ■■■■■
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" Do we do anything about her? "
" Do we do anything about her? "
[ She shook her head, answering herself. ]
" Feels too trivial. They might also just be dumb in general. Who knows. "
a relic of some sort . but they don't seem to know how to maintain it that well , and they misuse it for fun ... which means it's junk , not a relic . the way you treat a weapon makes the difference .
seems the hatted rat is small-minded in that regard ...
" Have you seen what he's carrying around too? That old junk isn't doing him any favors — a /flintlock?/ So tacky. "
[ She shook her head, answering herself. ]
" Feels too trivial. They might also just be dumb in general. Who knows. "
" You do bring presence. "
[ Her voice was quieter as she adjusted herself back away from the tension that had just been established. She exhaled. ]
°•The tip of the sword dropped to the floor again. This certainly didn't land as intended, but the answer was satisfactory nontheless•°
"Good, good."
°•Hiding the sword in its sheathe again•°
"I hope you know i'd never actually threaten you."
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" ... No, boss. I would not. "
[ Her sunglasses hid any semblance of emotion, and her voice was drawn of any real intonation. Fear or dull honesty? Who knows. ]
" You do bring presence. "
[ Her voice was quieter as she adjusted herself back away from the tension that had just been established. She exhaled. ]
" Have you seen what he's carrying around too? That old junk isn't doing him any favors — a /flintlock?/ So tacky. "
cynical ? no ...
i think if you told them that , they'd have a laugh over it ... and then agree they'd need one soon anyway .
then they'd say ' but not today ' , aim that peashooter at you , and you'd watch it backfire in their face .
[ Fioretta blinked, turning her eyes away as her own words set into her head. ]
" Maybe that's a bit of a cynical view. "
" Have you seen what he's carrying around too? That old junk isn't doing him any favors — a /flintlock?/ So tacky. "
[ Back to staring at the plant for a little bit. ]
" Well, if you don't have anything else to add, I'll leave now. "
She says, still having a goofy grin on her face.
"Youse got a good head on ya shouldas. Turnin' yer job into art... real smaht stuff, y'know?"
She's quietly thinking about the several ways she's brutalized people to death as she says that.
But more on that another time. I don't feel like reciting my life's story up until now. "
[ Back to staring at the plant for a little bit. ]
" Well, if you don't have anything else to add, I'll leave now. "
But more on that another time. I don't feel like reciting my life's story up until now. "
Her expression is still one of interested curiosity.
" Boss would be... Hollyhocks, if I remember right. "
" And Signora would be Yellow Jasmines. "
But more on that another time. I don't feel like reciting my life's story up until now. "
" ... No, boss. I would not. "
[ Her sunglasses hid any semblance of emotion, and her voice was drawn of any real intonation. Fear or dull honesty? Who knows. ]
"Hehehe, i won't. Not right now anyways, but."
°•Oh! Suddenly the tip of his sword is pressed against her chin•°
"Would you really refuse your don's orders?"
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" ... Don't actually ask, please. "
" ... No, boss. I would not. "
[ Her sunglasses hid any semblance of emotion, and her voice was drawn of any real intonation. Fear or dull honesty? Who knows. ]
Why would someone do this?
" I would like to present 'sleeping with the earthworms.' "