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an odd observation，⠀but he can take care of himself.
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looks like you could use a bodyguard , @splatterslides .
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𝑫𝑬𝑿𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑵. retweeted
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⠀⠀⠀GHOST.xn--6ii so，⠀i might be making both cody and astor. I'll also bring brian back and an oc.
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a forced emotion— the faintest tremor of courtesy，⠀lingers on his tongue，⠀as he replies.
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dexter pauses at the doorway，⠀his coat hanging against his frame，⠀its half—unbuttoned，⠀there's a faint 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 of the badge as it's clipped to his chest，⠀the only reminder of his 𝐨͟𝐟͟𝐟͟𝐢͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐚͟𝐥 role.
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xn--4z9h.xn--psd @splatterslides ﹔
her previously hurried steps slowed when she noticed the man standing in front of the ER — no visible injuries, but still there.
“excuse me, sir, do you need any assistance .ᐣ”
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the sound of rushed footfalls reverberate，⠀their footing slowing before coming to a stop，⠀altogether. her voice is calm，⠀breaking through.
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dexter will repeat this ritual for several minutes，⠀his sharp and piercing gaze flickering between the victims，⠀the gory splatter，⠀and the sterile white of the emergency lights.
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the beating of his heart thrums steadily against his ears，⠀the coppery，⠀metallic taste of his fear receding just enough for him collect himself and think.
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〔“𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴，⠀𝘥𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘳 ... 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 ”〕the former pathologist would inhale—it's a cold，⠀controlled breath pulling the chaos inward，⠀a tiny，⠀mental dam against the heavy of bloodlust.
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it's this sight hat helps to trigger the familiar，⠀low hum in the back of his skull— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 stirred，⠀hungry for release. there's a low，⠀insistent whisper crawling up his throat.
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as dexter's gaze continued to wander，⠀it would eventually land upon a massive scarlet puddle，⠀it's surface ripples slightly as a drip from an IV line clatters to the blood—soaked floor.
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taking in the sight of pooled blood along the floor，⠀and the sounds of labored breathing，⠀and ever—increasing groans from the injured patients.
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his piercing blue gaze swept around the room，⠀cataloguing every detail— no matter how small，⠀in a clinical rhythm.
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he lowered the towel slightly.
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he held his breath. he needed her to trust him.
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he wasn't sure if he was convincing her，⠀or himself，⠀that this was 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. that he 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹. but he kept massaging her neck，⠀and whispering reassurances.
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