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ㅤ ㅤ 𖦹ׂ⤑ 𖤐 ／ 𝔂our flowers and your make — believe 、 the 𝖘ecrets and the notes you keep 、 the 𝖕romises left on the sheets ； you'll 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 love me .

he doesn’t care whether he gets hurt but he can’t abide others getting hurt for his sake. he tries to isolate himself by pushing everyone away .. — i see. when he says 'free' .. does he mean 'alone'?

i wish you stayed but i don't think you'd like how i've changed.

" guess not, " he responds in a mumble, taking a long sip. " but now i feel like i shouldve made you one or something. one to one deal, y'know? "

( furrowed eyebrows. ) " something like that. " ( he retreats back, pulling his knife back towards him. )

" jesus, what happened to you? "

" if you can get rid of this migraine, i'll start thinking about it. " ( his expression has softened a little, at least. )

" i never know what to expect whenever i see you, " he huffs out with a bitter honesty. " so why are you here? "

dear god. reconsider. this thing is heinous.

leon winces at the thought, shaking his head as he approaches. " sounds like a pain, " he says duly, peering at the injury. " let me help. it'll be easier for another set of hands to do the stitches. "

never tried, never will. you know that stuff kills you, yeah?

i had a hunch you might. ( 😁* ) now maybe if you're not here to kill me, i'll even pay for your drink.

" next time, " he echoes. " that, i can do. i'll buy you one, though. think it'll be better for your tastebuds to have something made by a professional than whatever hell drink i'd somehow conjure up. "

shoot me another! maybe you'll manage to charm me with one of 'em. ( now there's a big 'ol grin across his face, a rare occurrence for leon. )

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/ out today so will be ia!! should be back in business by tmrw :)

( stare. ) soooo funny.