12-29-2018, 11:57 PM
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Maybe he'd have to set fire to the whole damn yard.
None of that was immediately on his mind at the moment; he was only exiting his room, fully prepared to face the decorations, and entirely unprepared for the needle-prick shocks of pain in his left paw. "Feet pue tan- bibitte- fucking merde." The swears rolled out steadily and with increasing volume between each yank with his teeth, pulling out the cactus needles with growing vehemence, after which he sent the pot flying into the opposite wall with a loud crash. He didn't need to look at anything else to know which shit had left this at his room, and his exhale was more of a growl. "Orpheus! I know you can hear me, you little- beck moi tchew, couillon!" He slammed the door viciously, before opening it, entering the corridor, and slamming it again before stalking down the hallway. Ambroise could just see that innocently smug grin, and he had never wanted so much to strangle someone over ridiculous gifts.
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Maybe he'd have to set fire to the whole damn yard.
None of that was immediately on his mind at the moment; he was only exiting his room, fully prepared to face the decorations, and entirely unprepared for the needle-prick shocks of pain in his left paw. "Feet pue tan- bibitte- fucking merde." The swears rolled out steadily and with increasing volume between each yank with his teeth, pulling out the cactus needles with growing vehemence, after which he sent the pot flying into the opposite wall with a loud crash. He didn't need to look at anything else to know which shit had left this at his room, and his exhale was more of a growl. "Orpheus! I know you can hear me, you little- beck moi tchew, couillon!" He slammed the door viciously, before opening it, entering the corridor, and slamming it again before stalking down the hallway. Ambroise could just see that innocently smug grin, and he had never wanted so much to strangle someone over ridiculous gifts.
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mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead
mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead