[ she wants sleep, but she can't have it ]

( she is miserable )

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how many fish does she eat in one day - [ muttered. ]

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been having this issue too, think it's just because they pushed a recent update. it'll buff out soon tm

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counter, the darkness over Alastor's face is haunting. But she's still in there somewhere, exercising what little patience remains.
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cube. She turns on a heel, a slow gait carrying her closer to the counter; her hand returns to the side of the cup, boiling the coffee again. "I bought this with my 𝗼𝘄𝗻 damn money, like I have every other cup, and 𝘆𝗼𝘂 wanna get pissy with 𝗺𝗲 because my fuckin' 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘁?"

ㅤ Standing by the

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ㅤ "𝗘𝘅𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲?" Alastor's eyes snap a little wider. The glow in each iris billows in intensity, warbling around her four-point pupils like flames licking at a cross. Mari's never been on the receiving end of Alastor's glare; it's like white hot metal lingering near an ice

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of the Phoenix Program, it'd save her some gas to know how they work - and in the meantime, maybe Alastor'll be able to help Torrance be a little better off, too.
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To leave that behind would be virtually impossible.

... Two seconds, and Alastor gives a sigh.
ㅤ "Sure. I can do that."

A devil deals in half-truths, never uttering a bold-faced lie. There are other things she can shelve. Targets less consequential.

ㅤ If she ever ends up on the wrong side

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