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✗ ooc | concrit
New to the fandom and the character, so there's an extremely high chance that I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Suggestions are more appreciated than you will ever know. ♥
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✗ thirteen | voice
Protect--
[there's a hesitation followed by a short exhalation, conceding to something within himself.]
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✗ twelve | text
Sandwiches, rice balls, and hamburgers, right?
I wonder where they get the beef. ♥ -
✗ eleven | text
The heat isn't unbearable. The monsters here are unappealing, though.
I never said anything about the dance, did I? -
✗ ten | text
White.
There's only color in the shadows.
Is Ritsuka getting too cold at night?
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✗ eight | text
They didn't last long after all.
Ah-- But neither did the painting. That's ironic, isn't it?
If anyone is still in need of help with any injuries, Ritsuka and his friends have set up a temporary infirmary in the back of the cathedral.
We're good with bandages. ♥ -
✗ seven | text
Thank you again for the paints, Eve-chan. ♥
Well. Some of the flowers here, perhaps? No one seems to think they'll last for long.
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✗ six | voice
[His voice is soft and seemingly devoid of emotion.]
I should have been the one to--
I'm sorry.