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Ink 20 #29/Story 17: If the shoes fit (128)
🕑 Added 2020-10-30 15:00:19 +0000 UTC“Hehe your nose feels so weird right now.”
“Well no point in holding it in anymore, now is there? You’ll be getting the full package now big boy.”
“But Grandmother! What big ears you have”
“Your neck's in more-than-optimal slit-throat distance, you do know that, right?”
“What I do know is that if you actually wanted me dead, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, now would we?”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Coming from the werewolf, I’ll take that as a compliment”
The couple chuckled, enjoying their time together as a sense of serenity finally filled the room.
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After time has passed, Louvine lightly pushed her boyfriend aside.
“If… we want this to work… I need to come clean with something else.”
“What? Is the headmaster a vampire or something? Oh wait! Please tell me Ms. Pennyworth actually a Gorgon!”
Desperately trying to keep a straight face at that off-hand comment, she shook her head:
“No. It’s…uhm… for your safety.”
Drystan rubbed his nose with the edge of his knuckle, seemingly ready for anything to come his way.
“Ha! Bring it! I’ll take anything you can dish out head on!”
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So Wi-Fi croaked for the past 12h
The universe sure doesn't seem to want me to conclude this, huh?
