Edema Rue
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13 eyed them suspiciously, then nodded. He glanced at everyone else, winced slightly, then said (in his whiniest voice) "What are you all looking at?"
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"Oh, shut up." 13 said to the crowd. 13 frowned, then reached into his pocket and pressed a button. About two inches off his skin, a blue film appeared.
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He ducked, stunned for a moment, then started fighting back.
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13 blinked. Then he shrugged and kept walking.
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13 mutters something under his breath, then shrugs and decks the butterfly person in the face.
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"Sure," 13 says. He sighs. "No killing, though, and let's be quick."
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"Feast-what?" 13 shook his head. "Look, I have work to do. Just say what you mean. If you want to fight me, I'll fight you, and then we can all get back to our lives. Yeah?"
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13 blinked, genuinely taken aback. "W-what? When have I ever mistreated innocent creatures?"
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13 stumbled back a step, but caught himself quickly. Eais, I know I have enemies, but they need to stop showing up at the most inconvenient times... He racked his brain, trying to figure out when he'd wronged this person. "For what?" Strangely, all the brattiness had left his tone.
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13 blinked. "On who?"
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Aaaaahhh I'm enjoying it too!! All the characters are so cute and I love how they interact so much (I can't wait to see how our friends at rusty quill break them). I also love that we already have a few reaccurring things to love and fear (tattoo guy, Mr. Bonzo, the things with chance).
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"What do you want?" 13 snapped.
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By running, hiding, occasionally attacking, and doing much breathing.
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13 blinked at both, then turned to go, muttering under his breath.
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Yes!! :DDD
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Absolutely maybe I’m genuinely not sure? That is a vague possibility :DD
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13 glances at you, then back at The Platypus. “Shh,” he mutters. “The fourth wall matters.”
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“Wow,” 13 says blankly. “Sounds…awesome.” He rolls his eyes and stands up, turning to go.
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13 looks at him flatly. “Why would I ever want to get to know something so idiotic?” Good. That should do it. Now we wait for a convenient moment, slip away, and do our job. Ugh. I hate syrup.
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13 met his eyes, looking vaguely hopeful. Then he slumped. “Oh. TLT. You guys are the worst.”
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Tal scratched gently at Trevor’s head. “Okay,” he murmured, sounding very tired. “Okay.”
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Tal’s heart is pounding dangerously quickly. “So many dead,” he whispered. “I—I know it wasn’t me. I thought I was getting better.” He laughed darkly. “I thought I could handle it. I—thank you. Thank you, Trevor. But you forgiving me won’t bring them back. And it won’t save whoever’s next.”
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“Please,” Tal whispered. “It’s satisfied for now. Whatever I—whatever we did was enough. But it won’t last long, and it’ll keep happening, again and again and again.”
