watching as the fire grows in size. letting out a huff of frustration. β youβre the fool, look what happened. β
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β not too much fire, dingus. β figuring it would be best to throw stacks of paper onto pot.
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glaring back. moving aside, cue more attempts on putting fire out. β your cooking is a real fire hazard, safety first, you know. β
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the sounding of open slashing across a demons large frame, emitting the still sound of whistling steel done by red queen. holstered neatly onto back once the job finished. xn--cgi8l.xn--6ii
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[Starter for @torazfuk]
The songstress was now home, exhausted from a late shift at the orphanage. It was quite lonely without Nero home, but she does understand that dealing with any and all demons is a must. Sometimes she worries to the point where she feels she should β
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arriving, unlocking the front door with a hefty sigh of relief, entering the home before closing. hanging up red queen in safe spacing along with blue rose.
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