i don’t trust normal babysitters . they can’t fight . what if some weirdo breaks in ? you never know .
he’s faced his own mortality enough times to not be…terrified. but this is still pretty freaky. not knowing what the hell daimon is going on about makes it stranger . the fuck is a hellstrom? is he supposed to know that name ?
roy is resisting the urge to roll his eyes because
〝⠀see, us hellstroms have been in the death industry for centuries⠀....⠀practially pioneered it during the bubonic plague.⠀〞𝒅𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 sideyed the other; uncertain whether he was a victim or some bloke he wanted to scare off. the⠀⠀⤥
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that would be a stupid move . even for him . he watches the cabinets vibrates like magnets being pushed and shoved away from the coroner . “ i — uh . ” he shakes his head to clear his thoughts .
“ yeah man sure … i can do that . ” probably not actually but he doesn’t want to be
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the door shuts as soon as he reaches the threshold . whacking him firmly in the nose . jesus christ. seriously !? THIS guys got fuckin…magic powers ? roy so does not have time for this . outside of needed to find his friend ,
he doesn’t have his bow . and his weaponized arm is
﹙ cerulean irises clash like the roaring shores, crashing over rocky hilltops for lashes. 𝒅𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 felt his jaw tighten significantly ── clenched by nacre teeth. his dentist always says he has a grinding problem⠀.... ﹚ thanks for⠀⠀⤥
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in the shop (aka on his coffee table) so he’s kinda screwed . he straightens his back before turning back around . “ you’re all twisted up about that ? geez man , c’mon . i hope you’re flirting with me and not like… threatening me right now . cause that would suck . ” already
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