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"Oh my fucking god, what were you thinking?!" Pierrot shouts, taking a sharp step back and turning that almost looked like twirling to meet Tempest's stare, who was on the ground, trying to catch their breath after almost being sunken and paralyzed in the state of being nothing. A state of the abyss. It was like being sunken into an abyss that only met with despair and desperation. Once Pierrot got a good glance at Tempest's face, his expression wasn't too far from what they imagined they would be seeing. A good mixture of desperation and panic, along with the realization that he could've been doomed forever. Almost like a sad little puppy that was just kicked. They almost opened their mouth until Tempest looked up at them.
Tempest had his face all scrunched up in pain, panic and soon enough, fury. His eyebrows furrow, as he grips a handful of grass that he was currently laying in. Soon enough, reaching and clinging onto the actress that he once called his enemy.
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