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( exploring different rooms led grace to carry little expectation that they won't get jumped by something. she traces mahogany, and cringes at the taxidermied wolf nearby.
whoever this office belonged to, seemed like a fellow with weird
tastes. who was she to yuck anyone's yum? an ashcroft.
she turns to cole, just about to make a comment beforeβ-- ) jesus. ( he's chugging like he's 20 at a frat party. grace steals the bottle away from the older, gobsmacked. )
( yeah, she's imagining a very confident ceil in a slit dress, strutting down a lab and eating everyone up. π* ..
she gulps. smirks, even. ) i wish i was there to see it. ( πππ* ..... )
( little bunny? )
aβ--a , ah ,, ( disbelief. grace has seen plenty of bloodthirsty characters, but it was, admittedly, a very odd feeling to be provided a place to stay by that very character.
not to mention, the nickname.. grace fears
if she asks about it, she'll have her head lopped off.
grace lets herself be steered by the other, following. ) yβ--your kindness is appreciated! ( what is this, five nights at freddy's? does she have to be good in order to survive?
( everything from then on was blurry. polyester-stuffed maw keeps her volume down ; torso squirms with major torment.
ππ€π. grace claws at the nearest surface. she looks no different from a gutted wolf. instinct in pooling grey ;
to run, or fight back. kindness does not reward cole a cleaner sight, nor easy compliance.
it's miserable, the way she begs for a break. a river of swears. π΄π΅α΅α΅, pπ‘eππ α΅, πucπ, ππππ.
flesh molds her heaving ribs, and her
( with how deadly these waves have proven, grace is only relieved that ceil is breathing and speaking still .. and the fact that most of the blood clinging to him wasn't βππ *. talk about playing a no-hit run. ) don't worry about it,
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