boothill in a teacup! (ignore sunday)
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I am already so tired, despite having done pretty much nothing. So I will call it a day. Glad that weekend arrives for me after tomorrow.
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It had been one of those times, where Sunday had decided to take care of business himself due to the severity of this offense. Someone had decided to threaten his family, something that the powerful male never took lightly, especially not, when it got the yakuza involved, something which had made him request help from a certain hitman, who had delivered the yakuza leader after having received a hefty sum of money - not that, that meant anything to Sunday, after all, it was something that he could get back within a week. The man had already been rather traumatized due to his entire gang having been killed before he was dragged here, but that hadn't stopped the hotel owner, from delivering his own punishment, which had left pearly white gloves dirty in crimson, a stain upon the perfect image.
Feeling the familiar hands take a hold of his, golden depths focused on the nearby features, which were as handsome as ever. A smile soon found its way to perfectly kept lips as Sunday finally relaxed and let the earlier anger drain from his core. Heat instead took its place upon feeling the dirty gloves being taken care of.
❝ I would appreciate it, Sebastian. Do come join me after. ❞
❛ Quite frankly, watching how you approach potential trouble is amusing, ❜ he muses, devilish smirk ever present - gleeful. Red is a wonderful color, when tainting an impeccable marble floor. ❛ The end result, most delightful. ❜ Sebastian, frisky - unbotherd - take a hold of his maste's hands; clad in blood-soaked gloves. Crimson depths peer with unyielding intruige into golden gems, excitement linger behind the perfectly crafted mask. A decisive and confident mater made something stirr within the disguised murderer. The beauty of human disdain for eachother, at full display. Sunday never ceases to impress. With a gentle breath, he removes those dirtied gloves. ❛ Shall I go find a new pair for you before I clean up this little mess? ❜ /@iiryoku ( Sunday )
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❝ 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 ! ❞
a highly selective & private gepard landau from hoyoverse's honkai : star rail.
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HOYO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND- I NEED SUNDAY TO BE PLAYABLE I NEED MY ANGEL MAN
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" are you proud of yourself for moaning so loud you caused for the lands to split in half ? " / aether to childe BYE
❝ Of course, comrade! I fought, I conquered! I showed the land, why they call me "Snezhnayan's Greatest Love Machine". For that, you should accept to fight me, while the land is healing. ❞
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❝ Hey, are you⸺ wait, Argenti?! ❞
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Happy being a real Tartaglia hater by not letting me into their world-
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❝ Why are you here... of all places.. Go back.. instead of just standing there. ❞
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❝ Gepard! I didn't expect to see you here. I heard you were out patrolling. I was actually going to look for you right after, I was done here. ❞
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# 113
Pretty happy with how my first Sunday turned out! Hope you guys like it! ♥
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