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"what kind of game?" North sits upright, looking at the male calmly.

🎲"Oh, feeling bored? How about a game then~"

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||Are you familiar with Full Metal Alchemist? 🐾❤️

//very

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Do you know guttersniper?

//if this is about petty ooc drama, leave me out of it

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ooc

I'm just feeling empty. I want to bother people but I also don't. They don't deserve to be bothered by someone as annoying as me.

#tw: depressive thoughts #tw: depression

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He gently nods on it, merely enjoying it for the moment. His eyes are closed as he eats it calmly. It's like a little slice of heaven to feel in his mouth.

"Would you like a slice of cake with your coffee, sir?" Momoko said as her tail fluffy swayed back and forth.

"That would be lovely." Currently, he's wearing a biker's jacket, Fingerless gloves, and some casual jeans. Just fitting for now.

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Sinday sinday, hit me with the sinful stuff!

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He looks to her as she asks his name, watching her as she goes through what she can. "... they called me Subject-55...but I guess I will call myself North, for that is the direction I left from." True to form, there is a 55 near the wound.

Even as he looks to her, he seems mostly at calm for the moment. Like something was finally okay.

"Yeah, he said something about being at least a portion hellizen..." his voice cracks as he says it, breathing in. "Whatever that means. Just means my screams can be recorded and nobody would care. That's Hell..."

He nods, looking at the damage. "...eh. tis a flesh wound..." as he says that, he motions to just a few of his others scars, showing signs of clear scarring and damage.

#V: Drown in the Deep (Hazbin Hotel Verse) #tw: blood #tw: scars #tw:

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"Already watch all my friends die. I held each one before they faded. Of course, not from old age." He let's that linger as he begins to adjust the metal arm, nodding as he looks up at the other figure.

"Immortality is the absolute worst and anyone who says it's a great thing is absolutely *lying*." He says this whilst working on his metal arm.

“Thank you! Someone who understands!”

“Hard to call it a gift if it means you’ll always outlive everyone you love. Definitely a curse.”

#V: “Revenge is the only thing left for me” (Default/Escaped Subject 55)

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“Always a chance” (hi, I’m the mun for kaiju-crimson-storyandask!)

Thanks for reading! Sorry it's so long, I just don't have the time to make a page for it atm. :3

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"I am Fai Fluorite, and I hail from the country of Celes, I came here seeking refuge. "

"Refuge." He nods, slowly moving as he looks over. "And what are you running from, if I may so ask?"

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"...I feel like I've seen that name before....Fai."

#dash com #v: undecided #//genuinely feels familiar.

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fai smiled as his hand ran down the length of the prince's metal arm. "Nice. "

"Starmetal. " He smiles gently. "...so what is your name...?'

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"Yeah, he said something about being at least a portion hellizen..." his voice cracks as he says it, breathing in. "Whatever that means. Just means my screams can be recorded and nobody would care. That's Hell..."

He nods, looking at the damage. "...eh. tis a flesh wound..." as he says that, he motions to just a few of his others scars, showing signs of clear scarring and damage.

The male gently takes it, breathing in as he sips on it. "...d-deep in the pits of the Circle of Pain...that's h-how he put it. I just ran until I couldn't anymore. You can follow the b-blood d-drops to the l-location..."

He says this casually, opening his shirt for a moment to show a deep gash on the side of his stomach, blinking as he nods. "Ah shit...yeah. that's how bad it was."

#tw: blood #tw: scars #V: Drown in the Deep ( Hazbin Hotel Verse)

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The male gently takes it, breathing in as he sips on it. "...d-deep in the pits of the Circle of Pain...that's h-how he put it. I just ran until I couldn't anymore. You can follow the b-blood d-drops to the l-location..."

He says this casually, opening his shirt for a moment to show a deep gash on the side of his stomach, blinking as he nods. "Ah shit...yeah. that's how bad it was."

He does seem to fall a bit. "I-I think e-escaping the lab got me a few injuries, yeah.." his grunt is evident even as his wings falter, still trying to find his footing as he is mostly leaning on her support.

He doesn't even remember how long he's been flying...escaping. just running as he feels the weight of exhaustion go down his back. His eyes almost look lost in the light.

"...where am i...?" His voice manages to speak that out, as if he hadn',t.been able to think about it for a while.

#tw: blood #tw: mentions of blood #tw: mentions of death #V: Drown in the Deep (Hazbin Hotel Verse)

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"...would it be better if my sword was away?" He sighs, throwing his sword into his vault of space.

#open starter #i guess? #verse is dependant on who responds

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//...well that makes me sad. They just stopped;-;

#i miss the anon #ooc

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//okay, OOC

I need to know who you are, anon-