There is literally nothing about you that looks like a tree--
[ he cuts himself off with an irritated noise. this argument is fucking stupid and will accomplish approximately nothing, just like every other "debate" he's had with her. whatever.
marduk leans on metalhead to keep himself at arms length still, palms firmly pressed on the dog's snout. (this is the best he can do.) her question gives him enough pause he almost doesn't even answer at all, with how disappointing the response is probably going to be-- ] No. not black.
[ and from what he's heard about them... thank fucking god for that. ]
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[ he cuts himself off with an irritated noise. this argument is fucking stupid and will accomplish approximately nothing, just like every other "debate" he's had with her. whatever.
marduk leans on metalhead to keep himself at arms length still, palms firmly pressed on the dog's snout. (this is the best he can do.) her question gives him enough pause he almost doesn't even answer at all, with how disappointing the response is probably going to be-- ] No. not black.
[ and from what he's heard about them... thank fucking god for that. ]