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This is getting out of hand…
💉: I don’t like CAUSING pain…but if she tries to cut off someone’s arm to stop the bleeding, I’m going to be tempted to smack her hand with something. Lightly.
Stop speaking for me, I’m being made out to be so aggress—
📝: Speaking strictly as an intellectual, a fellow genius, and arts rider extraordinaire, I feel like it’s time we clashed wits, ehehe.
Anyway, I don’t really think that I—
🔧: That creepy stare she gives whenever she passes by us…I don’t like it. Somethin’ in my bones tells me it’s right.
I’m not especially spiteful, so I—
⚓️: Someone’s gotta teach ‘em some manners!!!
Join me on my impending journey, and you can get all sorts of prizes. Like divine spiritrons. Embers. This portrait of Caenus with a motorcycle which I was made under threat of force to paint out.
Oh. It seems like they'll be putting the master's exploits to the stage soon. That'll be a treat.
Eh? You know the Professor, Professor?
📝: It’s sooo hard to find people here with a good sense of ballistics. My social life is my own, Captain. Lemme live.