I corrupted Summer's Dance and threw it into lava months ago. Bet that fucks you off to know. Or would have, if ...
[ If you were real. He doesn't move away immediately, guiltily taking in the details of Mollymauk that he must have forgotten. Crinkles at his eyes and sharp teeth, the red glaze of his eyes that isn't too hard to follow. ]
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[ If you were real. He doesn't move away immediately, guiltily taking in the details of Mollymauk that he must have forgotten. Crinkles at his eyes and sharp teeth, the red glaze of his eyes that isn't too hard to follow. ]