*YOUR HAIR IS TOO GAY FOR ME ANYWAY and maybe his body is jerking in pain at that, although he's keeping his expression even*
Fleeing the truth still? That's why you ran to join your Jasdero. You must have felt so empty and alone. I guess he was the only comfort you could go to.
Don't mock my feelings and I won't mock yours, Noah.
We don't cry for humans! Do you, you shitty failure of a Bookman? Every one of your goddamn clan who came before you will be lining up to stick pitchforks up your stupid ass in the fires of Hell!
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Humans lives. All so fragile, aren't they.
*...walled by hair. If only this wasn't Devit doing it*
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[how about that hair impaling your arms in several places, nailing you to the wall? WHERE IS YOUR FETISH NOW, BOOKMAN]
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Fleeing the truth still? That's why you ran to join your Jasdero. You must have felt so empty and alone. I guess he was the only comfort you could go to.
Don't mock my feelings and I won't mock yours, Noah.
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I said shut the fuck up! That's not why! We just wanted to kill you fucking right, Bookdick!
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You want to cry for him and don't know how.
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We don't cry for humans! Do you, you shitty failure of a Bookman? Every one of your goddamn clan who came before you will be lining up to stick pitchforks up your stupid ass in the fires of Hell!
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I think you want to.
They don't care enough to go through that trouble for me.
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[holding out his hands and materializing a big-ass ball of fire]
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[YOU GETTIN' FRIED, SON]
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We didn't care enough to go through that much trouble for you either.
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[but there is one thing left--]
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Oh yeah! I almost forgot. ♥
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[but looks a little sleepy, and wanders outside of--well, wherever we are, for a few minutes--]
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