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《 ❆ 》— ❝No rules or responsibility, who could ask for more?❞

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He's found himself a front-row seat, perched on a lower hanging tree branch. Right in the view of a particularly icy spot on the sidewalk provided to oncoming pedestrians—by Jack, naturally. "Oh, this ought to be good.." Muttered through a barely self-contained simper.

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Said 'sparkly teeth' peek behind a fond, amused scoff, one that's paired with the arching of a single brow. "Uh—good to see you haven't changed a bit, Tooth." x.com/eccentrictooth…

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"Oh, you know how it is," He leans his head to the side, a mischievous smirk curling his lips by the time he looks back at her. "—super important Guardian stuff." And by [that] he means, causing snowstorms in places there shouldn't be. x.com/eccentrictooth…

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@FreckledRunt_ The brunet down below catches the spirit's interest, causing him to stop midair. "Is that..?" Although the other might not +

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@FreckledRunt_ +see him, Jack can sure see the other. He lowers himself so that bare feet land on a snow covered tree branch with precision.

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@FreckledRunt_ A spark of mischief flashes over his gaze and he casually taps his staff, sending the snow that had collected on the branch+

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@PitchBlackSand +"Last I heard weren't those guardians trying to stop you?" He can't help the scoff that slips past his lips along with the+

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Smoothly maintains his center of balance while walking across the powerlines not unlike one would scale tightrope. A thin coat of frost is left behind each step that he takes, sprawling over the wire as one bare foot moves in front of the other.

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As if on cue, a couple down below start kissing, Jack's face shriveling into a grimace. "Right. I'm just gonna'.." With a roll of the eyes, he contuines in the opposite direction.