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[citrus]

On any regular day, Neil estimated a 99.7% chance that the warehouse would hold little to no interest at all to his studies, and therefore, his interests. It was a good thing that this wasn't a regular day - the warehouse had ceased to be normal for quite some time now, from what he understood -, else he'd have to consider the possibility of a couple of trial runs to test that hypothesis, which were always tedious and often unfruitful in their results.

The drop in temperature was unsettling, and he walked around the area, kicking over boxes that exploded into dust and observing how the structure seemed to fade into shadows at places, instead of creating the corners they should have. The air had a sharp, old smell of wood that mixed with the ocean breeze from outside.

"Hm, hm, a great place for a love nest, wouldn't you say?" The eevee plodding beside him sneezed, loudly, and he twisted his lip, making 'tsk' noises at its behavior. A retrial would be needed in the future to test the accuracy of what he perceived to be a correlation between that particular gesture and his question.

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[king]

that voice.

luke sat up, eyes looking around. ryn sensed the change in her trainer, looking concerned. meanwhile, luke got to his feet. "you."

ryn watched as her trainer sprinted across the warehouse, grabbing neil's shirt and landing a harsh right hook into neil's face. "you son of a bitch bastard god fucking damn it what the fuck are you doing here." rage bubbled in luke, leading his actions. he raised his fist to smash in again onto neil's other cheek, letting out a furious scream.

"do you know what you did to me? neil?" he grabbed neil's shirt with his other hand, shaking him until his skull slammed against the cement ground. "tell me why i shouldn't just kill you right now for what you did to me."

citrus