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with the broadness of his back turned toward entering company, a faint clink sounds out, dog⸻tags disposed beside gas lamp. 〝 wouldn’t dream of it. 〞timbre lulls on drier sarcasm, exhaustion fueling his tongue.
〝 you’re up late. 〞
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“ don’t tell me you’re havin’ second thoughts now, boy? ” greying strands catch upon brow as cranium ducks into tent, cloth gently rustling as gravity draws it back into formation. with hazel eyes half—narrowed ﹠ a brow at attention, hands work on leather holster.