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i pray to the stars. i say， please， give me love or please， just give me strength.

he can’t say he’s entirely surprised at the brief greeting . brow raises as detective pays full , happy attention to gigi , who’s rubbing up against gavin and chittering .

suddenly materializes in the room . small wave .

hand raise to sign . { coffee — ? }

i don’t want to suffer any longer and i can’t， i can’t， i can’t， i can’t， i can’t.

{ thanks . } is signed with a grateful look for he takes cup within grasp , immediately taking a sip despite it’s heat .

body jolts — he turns and blinks . ‘ thanks . . . ‘ voice is soft and low . meanwhile , gigi approaches north and chitters in greeting .

g.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗ mk1 verse . . .

a knock upon 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄.’s door , waiting patiently for marc to either open door or verbally grant entry . the hit - man has been gone for . . . quite a while , struggles evident with healing bruises and cuts that littered what skin showed . he hopes marc isn’t too upset —

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