[ 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.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.