GAUCHE SUEDE!
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"𝘉𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭!! 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒆!!"
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Nevermind, I'm LATE! COME ON, RODA!!
November 13, 2025 at 2:41 PM
Nevermind, I'm LATE! COME ON, RODA!!
"My sister's name is Sylvette. Sylvette Suede."
November 13, 2025 at 2:38 PM
"My sister's name is Sylvette. Sylvette Suede."
((SLEEP WELL, MARS!
November 12, 2025 at 10:46 AM
((SLEEP WELL, MARS!
Rushing to take cover from the incessant, stinging onslaught of the rain, Gauche Suede would kill the engine of his bike under the underpass. Expelling a weary, irritated sigh, he would get up, ass and legs and arms and hands, fingers and neck- all of them aching with a fierce fire.
November 11, 2025 at 6:43 PM
𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙄 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍? ...
Hands grip silver strands. Tug and tug till his scalp feels raw.
He was empty, like a void.
…𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳-?
Hands grip silver strands. Tug and tug till his scalp feels raw.
He was empty, like a void.
…𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳-?
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙄 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍? ...
Hands grip silver strands. Tug and tug till his scalp feels raw.
He was empty, like a void.
…𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳-?
Hands grip silver strands. Tug and tug till his scalp feels raw.
He was empty, like a void.
…𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳-?
Purple eyes widened in incredulity. Did he forget where he came from-?
𝘕𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵. 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚. 𝙄 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍!
𝘈...𝘈𝘮....𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘶- 𝘯𝘰. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
𝘈𝘮...𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵-? 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵...𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦...? 𝘕𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮...?
𝘕𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵. 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚. 𝙄 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍!
𝘈...𝘈𝘮....𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘶- 𝘯𝘰. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
𝘈𝘮...𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵-? 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵...𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦...? 𝘕𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮...?
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Purple eyes widened in incredulity. Did he forget where he came from-?
𝘕𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵. 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚. 𝙄 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍!
𝘈...𝘈𝘮....𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘶- 𝘯𝘰. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
𝘈𝘮...𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵-? 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵...𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦...? 𝘕𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮...?
𝘕𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵. 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚. 𝙄 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍!
𝘈...𝘈𝘮....𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘶- 𝘯𝘰. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
𝘈𝘮...𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵-? 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵...𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦...? 𝘕𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮...?
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, he thought, sitting up straighter, hands cradling the sudden ache within his chest, within his too-fast heart, thundering against his fists.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘈-
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘈-
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, he thought, sitting up straighter, hands cradling the sudden ache within his chest, within his too-fast heart, thundering against his fists.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘈-
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘈-
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘐...𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵? 𝘐𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦. 𝘎-
It was there, but only for a moment. A name. A word. A vague, foggy shape in the dark. But then it was slipping from within his fingertips, and he was left empty once more, devoid of memory.
It was there, but only for a moment. A name. A word. A vague, foggy shape in the dark. But then it was slipping from within his fingertips, and he was left empty once more, devoid of memory.
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘐...𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵? 𝘐𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦. 𝘎-
It was there, but only for a moment. A name. A word. A vague, foggy shape in the dark. But then it was slipping from within his fingertips, and he was left empty once more, devoid of memory.
It was there, but only for a moment. A name. A word. A vague, foggy shape in the dark. But then it was slipping from within his fingertips, and he was left empty once more, devoid of memory.
the wall, his thoughts drifting back to his sister. To his homeland. No matter how miserable he was here, home was worse. It was worse because...
…….
...because of...something...s. Somethings. The land was overrun...with somethings. Somethings huge and monstrous and...dangerous.
…….
...because of...something...s. Somethings. The land was overrun...with somethings. Somethings huge and monstrous and...dangerous.
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
the wall, his thoughts drifting back to his sister. To his homeland. No matter how miserable he was here, home was worse. It was worse because...
…….
...because of...something...s. Somethings. The land was overrun...with somethings. Somethings huge and monstrous and...dangerous.
…….
...because of...something...s. Somethings. The land was overrun...with somethings. Somethings huge and monstrous and...dangerous.
words left his mouth that the others took their gazes off him, returning back to their muttered conversations.
Hm. Perhaps it was a custom here. He would have to look into it later. Perhaps he'd ask one of the other delivery guys.
Expelling a loud, drawn-out sigh, Gauche put his head back against
Hm. Perhaps it was a custom here. He would have to look into it later. Perhaps he'd ask one of the other delivery guys.
Expelling a loud, drawn-out sigh, Gauche put his head back against
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
words left his mouth that the others took their gazes off him, returning back to their muttered conversations.
Hm. Perhaps it was a custom here. He would have to look into it later. Perhaps he'd ask one of the other delivery guys.
Expelling a loud, drawn-out sigh, Gauche put his head back against
Hm. Perhaps it was a custom here. He would have to look into it later. Perhaps he'd ask one of the other delivery guys.
Expelling a loud, drawn-out sigh, Gauche put his head back against
feared dealing with a madman.
"I'm on a call," he said to them. He didn't know what that expression meant, really, to be 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭. However, he'd heard people say it in this city, especially whenever they wanted to be left alone, it seemed like.
Regardless, it did the trick. No sooner had the
"I'm on a call," he said to them. He didn't know what that expression meant, really, to be 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭. However, he'd heard people say it in this city, especially whenever they wanted to be left alone, it seemed like.
Regardless, it did the trick. No sooner had the
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
feared dealing with a madman.
"I'm on a call," he said to them. He didn't know what that expression meant, really, to be 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭. However, he'd heard people say it in this city, especially whenever they wanted to be left alone, it seemed like.
Regardless, it did the trick. No sooner had the
"I'm on a call," he said to them. He didn't know what that expression meant, really, to be 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭. However, he'd heard people say it in this city, especially whenever they wanted to be left alone, it seemed like.
Regardless, it did the trick. No sooner had the
"I'll make sure of it, Sylvette. This much is nothing. I'll cut off my left leg if I have to!"
A sudden hush, and- oh. His companions had fallen silent. Gauche had been too engrossed within his own monologue, too passionate. They were watching him now, eyes wide and shoulders crooked as if they
A sudden hush, and- oh. His companions had fallen silent. Gauche had been too engrossed within his own monologue, too passionate. They were watching him now, eyes wide and shoulders crooked as if they
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
"I'll make sure of it, Sylvette. This much is nothing. I'll cut off my left leg if I have to!"
A sudden hush, and- oh. His companions had fallen silent. Gauche had been too engrossed within his own monologue, too passionate. They were watching him now, eyes wide and shoulders crooked as if they
A sudden hush, and- oh. His companions had fallen silent. Gauche had been too engrossed within his own monologue, too passionate. They were watching him now, eyes wide and shoulders crooked as if they
For Sylvette to be robbed of that- it was unjust. A sick, twisted joke from the universe.
But that's why Sylvette had an older brother. To tear down the universe's cruelty and give her the future she deserved. A happy one.
But that's why Sylvette had an older brother. To tear down the universe's cruelty and give her the future she deserved. A happy one.
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
For Sylvette to be robbed of that- it was unjust. A sick, twisted joke from the universe.
But that's why Sylvette had an older brother. To tear down the universe's cruelty and give her the future she deserved. A happy one.
But that's why Sylvette had an older brother. To tear down the universe's cruelty and give her the future she deserved. A happy one.
for him to return. But he would not go. Dark and gloomy and rainy as this city was, it was full of treasures, full of wealth.
Gauche Suede 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 return home until he had enough for his sister's operation, to make sure she could run and fall and laugh, as was every child's right.
Gauche Suede 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 return home until he had enough for his sister's operation, to make sure she could run and fall and laugh, as was every child's right.
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
for him to return. But he would not go. Dark and gloomy and rainy as this city was, it was full of treasures, full of wealth.
Gauche Suede 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 return home until he had enough for his sister's operation, to make sure she could run and fall and laugh, as was every child's right.
Gauche Suede 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 return home until he had enough for his sister's operation, to make sure she could run and fall and laugh, as was every child's right.
complaint out of her lips. All her tears were reserved for her brother, for whom she worried constantly, upon whom she bestowed all her blessings, all her trust, all of her endless affection.
Even now, she was probably sitting in her wheelchair, looking out onto the world from her window, waiting
Even now, she was probably sitting in her wheelchair, looking out onto the world from her window, waiting
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
complaint out of her lips. All her tears were reserved for her brother, for whom she worried constantly, upon whom she bestowed all her blessings, all her trust, all of her endless affection.
Even now, she was probably sitting in her wheelchair, looking out onto the world from her window, waiting
Even now, she was probably sitting in her wheelchair, looking out onto the world from her window, waiting
easily to tongue.
"For Sylvette," he whispered to himself, rubbing at the goosebumps raising on his arms. "For my baby sister. For her legs."
His baby sister, with the softest, warmest, most sensitive heart. She who had been raised without either a mother, or a father, yet there was never any
"For Sylvette," he whispered to himself, rubbing at the goosebumps raising on his arms. "For my baby sister. For her legs."
His baby sister, with the softest, warmest, most sensitive heart. She who had been raised without either a mother, or a father, yet there was never any
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easily to tongue.
"For Sylvette," he whispered to himself, rubbing at the goosebumps raising on his arms. "For my baby sister. For her legs."
His baby sister, with the softest, warmest, most sensitive heart. She who had been raised without either a mother, or a father, yet there was never any
"For Sylvette," he whispered to himself, rubbing at the goosebumps raising on his arms. "For my baby sister. For her legs."
His baby sister, with the softest, warmest, most sensitive heart. She who had been raised without either a mother, or a father, yet there was never any
some warmth. The breeze that swept in under the bridge was sharp and unforgiving.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? He wondered. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦?
He didn't need to wonder for long, though. The answer was always lurking in the depths of his mind, floating
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? He wondered. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦?
He didn't need to wonder for long, though. The answer was always lurking in the depths of his mind, floating
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some warmth. The breeze that swept in under the bridge was sharp and unforgiving.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? He wondered. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦?
He didn't need to wonder for long, though. The answer was always lurking in the depths of his mind, floating
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? He wondered. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦?
He didn't need to wonder for long, though. The answer was always lurking in the depths of his mind, floating
It had done nothing to protect his head from the rain- his silver mane was damp, sticking into his eyes, even as he shook his head to clear them. Perhaps it was time for a haircut.
His underclothes, too, hadn't been spared. He was drenched to the bone, curling his knees to his chest to conserve
His underclothes, too, hadn't been spared. He was drenched to the bone, curling his knees to his chest to conserve
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It had done nothing to protect his head from the rain- his silver mane was damp, sticking into his eyes, even as he shook his head to clear them. Perhaps it was time for a haircut.
His underclothes, too, hadn't been spared. He was drenched to the bone, curling his knees to his chest to conserve
His underclothes, too, hadn't been spared. He was drenched to the bone, curling his knees to his chest to conserve
backdoor.
Wayne Enterprises and others like it were Akatsuki. The rest of it? Yodaka. A land of the overstuffed, and the starving.
There was no moderation. No Yuusari.
Gauche shuddered, reaching up to undo the buckle of his helmet, pulling it off his head and setting it aside on the pavement.
Wayne Enterprises and others like it were Akatsuki. The rest of it? Yodaka. A land of the overstuffed, and the starving.
There was no moderation. No Yuusari.
Gauche shuddered, reaching up to undo the buckle of his helmet, pulling it off his head and setting it aside on the pavement.
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backdoor.
Wayne Enterprises and others like it were Akatsuki. The rest of it? Yodaka. A land of the overstuffed, and the starving.
There was no moderation. No Yuusari.
Gauche shuddered, reaching up to undo the buckle of his helmet, pulling it off his head and setting it aside on the pavement.
Wayne Enterprises and others like it were Akatsuki. The rest of it? Yodaka. A land of the overstuffed, and the starving.
There was no moderation. No Yuusari.
Gauche shuddered, reaching up to undo the buckle of his helmet, pulling it off his head and setting it aside on the pavement.
Well...not 𝘢𝘭𝘭 of it. The place he worked was anything but a wreck. It was- what was the word? Ah, yes- it was idyllic. A collection of skyscrapers- glittering glass and metal, with sad little potted excuses of plants. It was strange how something like that could co-exist with the slums just
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Well...not 𝘢𝘭𝘭 of it. The place he worked was anything but a wreck. It was- what was the word? Ah, yes- it was idyllic. A collection of skyscrapers- glittering glass and metal, with sad little potted excuses of plants. It was strange how something like that could co-exist with the slums just
of him. He'd found employment here. A good, steady job that kept him well-fed, well-clothed, well-housed. It was more than he could've asked for.
Yet, all that came to mind as he peeled of his soaked and sodden jacket was:
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘯.
The entire city was one large crumbling wreck.
Yet, all that came to mind as he peeled of his soaked and sodden jacket was:
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘯.
The entire city was one large crumbling wreck.
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of him. He'd found employment here. A good, steady job that kept him well-fed, well-clothed, well-housed. It was more than he could've asked for.
Yet, all that came to mind as he peeled of his soaked and sodden jacket was:
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘯.
The entire city was one large crumbling wreck.
Yet, all that came to mind as he peeled of his soaked and sodden jacket was:
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘯.
The entire city was one large crumbling wreck.
A wince. Partly due to the fact that his descent hadn't been gentle, and partly because he was just stone-cold tired. He ached in places he hadn't known he had joints, hadn't known that it was 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 to hurt.
Gotham City. Gauche tried not to be too critical of the place; that would be thankless
Gotham City. Gauche tried not to be too critical of the place; that would be thankless
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A wince. Partly due to the fact that his descent hadn't been gentle, and partly because he was just stone-cold tired. He ached in places he hadn't known he had joints, hadn't known that it was 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 to hurt.
Gotham City. Gauche tried not to be too critical of the place; that would be thankless
Gotham City. Gauche tried not to be too critical of the place; that would be thankless