killuvolt-moved: Nezumi closed his eyes, and turned away. The smell of gunpowder grew stronger. Mixed with the stench of blood, the air grew thick and viscous. It was a stench he was used to―almost too used to―and yet, he still felt like throwing
tags: YES GOODBYE FEELS AND HEART AND EVERYTHING DIDN'T WANT YOU ANYWAYS oh god pls halp
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