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⠀ 𝓓eserted, yes... but considering the time of day it was, it made a lot of sense she'd have no business for the time being. Morrison only ever came by to drop jobs off during the day and not during odd hours of the night.

⠀ 𝓓ante would be catching Zs at this time of night... but —

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⠀ — park for you!

⠀ ... 𝓳ust try not to break anything. ’ ’

⠀ 𝓢ighing, she ruffles her hair out a little. She didn't need a whole new persona for this... nor did she have to be her legendary hunter self, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.

⠀ 𝓓etermination filling her once doubtful —

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⠀ — demon fiend with brains...

⠀ 𝓢he tugs on the skirt of her dress and the collar of her coat, yet, nothing looked "right". Maybe... she needed something... softer? More elegant? Should she toss her iconic coat to the side for tonight?

⠀ 𝓐n indecisive sigh parts her red —

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⠀ ‘ ‘ 𝓟atchy the Pirate, is that you? ’ ’

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⠀ ‘ ‘ . . . ?? ’ ’

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『 ❤️ 』— For anyone that still has Twitter, I do too ~ ♪

x.com/tastethebiood

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⠀ — hand in hand with demon slaying, the demon huntress looked to be in no rush... leaving her to to savor the rare moment of peace with her favorite Italian dish as the cherry and whip cream on top of it all.

⠀ — •『 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 』• —

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⠀ 𝓐𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 —
⠀ quiet evening at the Devil May Cry office, the moonlight casting and eerie glow of white into the dimly lit office.

⠀ 𝓓ante sits behind her slightly cluttered desk, legs crossed and a half eaten slice of pizza resting in her hand.
⠀ 𝓒ompared to the chaos that came —

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