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They sit back, eyes still on you&, but it’s softer now. Not less sharp, just less cutting. "You know, names like that? They don't just walk up to people and say 'pick me.' They bite. They scratch. They get under your skin until you become them. And here you are, sitting pretty with it like it’s always been yours.”
They glance down at the last bite of their Chaos Bite Deluxe, turning it slowly between their fingers like they’re holding a small world. "You’ve always been weaving, haven't you? Long before you knew you were doing it. Little connections, unseen stitches, pulling together things that weren’t supposed to fit. But they did, didn’t they?" They pop the last bite in their mouth and chew, eyes fixed on you with that same, too-sharp look. 0 reply
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