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Silence. Doom.
Jun looks at Nikita with wide, surprised eyes. There’s a tinge of something else there, too—horror.
“I— I don’t understand. I…”
Worried furrows of the brow crease his skin like crumpled paper, his pupils widen, his fingers tremble, his scarred hand slips away from its place on Nikita’s forearm. He tries so hard to conceal it, but Nikita can see a trail of dread feathering through Jun’s delicate features. He’s considering his request, turning it over in his mind like a ciphered scroll or an artifact of alien origins.
“You want me to hurt you,” he finally squeezes out.
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I mess around with some of my ocs, their intimate-but-not-enough relationship, and their incredibly frustrating tendency to misunderstand what the other said. meanwhile, the jailbroken mercenary destined to become their killer plays wingman (poorly). you get no context, have fun. cmonnn come sit with me in the sand pit, come watch me play with my dolls :)
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