BE SO COLD | torture

[suvi.]

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

More out of shock than anything, the petite fox stayed down, blinking.  Something burned and her mind became a whirlwind.  No, nothing's broken -- thought he was nice -- that hurts -- what're they talking about? Suvi grit her teeth and tried to still her trembling body, least she glitch again.  Her ears flattened against her skull as another voice entered the conversation.  H̴̴is҉ ̷҉̨f͜͟ą̀u̶l̸̢͟t͟.̢͘͟

Unmatched hues darted, tracking each speaker, perplexed. Work?  For them? As if.  Certainly not as fighter.  The medic exhaled slowly, wincing sharply.  Her side then.  Flank.  It's just a burn.  Easy to treat.  At the mention of no one looking, she blinked, slowly.  That couldn't possibly be true.  F҉̡̀ó̵̡r̀g̛͡e͜t̷͟tábl̴e̸͝. No.  Da's looking.

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Biding time.  They already struck once.  T͜h̷a͘t͢'̨͢s͠ ͢͝wh̷a͘t͡ ̴͜ḿá͝d̀e̡͢ ̶ḩ̨͡i̡m̸ ̡an̸͞͠gr̀y͞͡.̷̢̛

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— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —