The clock reads 3:15 AM, and you're jolted awake by loud thudding at your door. Whoever's knocking uses the side of their fist, not their knuckles, and after knocking thrice they pause and add a fourth knock. You sit up in bed. It's Mal. You scramble to the door, opening it and immediately getting flooded by the smell of iron and sweat. He stands over you, supporting himself on the doorframe and clutching his side. Blood stains his face and knuckles, but he's wearing a grin. Morning...
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5ノンバイナリー変人
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Sunsh!ne
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Lady Eleninor
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