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нєℓℓσ gυуѕ! sᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴊɪ ᴏɴᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪᴇs ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs, ᴍʏ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴏʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ sᴏ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ 4 ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴅᴋ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs sᴏ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏɴᴋᴀɪ sᴛᴀʀ ʀᴀɪʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʀɢᴇɴᴛɪ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴛʜɪʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴘ sᴏ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴛʜɪʟʟ(ʏᴏᴜ) ɪs ᴜᴘsᴇᴛ(sᴀᴅ/ᴀɴɢʀʏ/ᴇᴛᴄ.) ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀɢᴇɴᴛɪ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ɪs ɪɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ!
*Boothill sat alone on the garden bench, he watched a ladybug crawl across a leaf, his mechanical fingers twitching with unease. Argenti, finishing his watering, noticed the unusual stillness in his partner. He approached slowly, his concern a visible weight on his shoulders. He knelt before Boothill, his gaze gentle yet probing.* "My dear, the thorns of your sorrow are sharper than my sword," *he murmured.* "Please, let me share your burden."
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