[@TheRedWatcher]

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His head kicked the cement hard, blood was dripping from his nose and this stuck up assholes fucking sandal was in his face. Fuck this asshole, fuck him, fuck him. There he went talking again, blah blah, yield to me. How about he earn his fucking respect, just liked he asked everybody fucking else to do? How stupid and cocky did he have to be, how arrogant did this old fucking bastard have to be to not recognize people didn’t bow at his goddamn feet?

Yield?! Fuck him! 

“Full bloom,” Kristian said as he spit blood from his mouth onto the sidewalk, as his thorns extended outward, “prison.”

His extended thorns then bloomed with several other thorns grown on the exterior of the the shaft of the thorns. Stabbing through Natsuya with them. 

“Fuck you,” Kristian snarled under his foot.

[@Old Amsterdam]
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Metal against stone. Grant rewind to hear again. So graded he could barely make it out. If today had been disappointing in the department of people, it certainly looked like it was rewarding him for his patience. He rewind again to see if he could make anything out. Nothing. He’d probably look it over later. The more he could uncover the more he could learn their mind. 

“I felt she should have a learning experience,” Grant replies to at least try to look like he tried to defend his position. 

He listened to the details. A dead ghoul. This did break the pattern. Who are you? Tell me more about you. Placing in his piece he looked at Atticus.

“Very well,” Grant told Atticus, “I’d like to know more.” Grant told Atticus, “If we catch them I want to dissect their thoughts.”