[ is he relieved that he's still there? Maybe. But he's not going to say it. Instead he's also gathering his clothes so he can dress up again ]
Kill me before I have a chance to even say anything and you'll solve your problem, no? If you can't do it alone, get the Traveler to help. Maybe even your precious Morax.
Why bother trying to figure out what you can say to change things? It really doesn't matter.
[ he stops, oozing pheromones to bring Scaramouche to his knees. he’s not trying to make him anything but submissive as his own aggression and irritation spike. his ears are pinning back and his face is mostly obscured, but his eyes glow dangerously from under his bangs. ] Revenge on who, Six, not all of us treated you like a fucken doll. [ his mask breaks a little bit more, but he swiftly turns and leaves. ]
[ Well. With the pheromones doing their job, he's forced to his knees and all that comes out of his mouth is a whimper, so he'll let him have the last word and leave this time ]
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Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Kill me before I have a chance to even say anything and you'll solve your problem, no? If you can't do it alone, get the Traveler to help. Maybe even your precious Morax.
Why bother trying to figure out what you can say to change things? It really doesn't matter.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.