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Foxy chuckled nervously, for once as she passed him by. He felt this weird feeling in his chest. Despite being dead , he imagined being alive. Having a heart that was beating and be able to feel the air pass through him. But it was all but pure imagination. One that became an automatic response to her presence.
He faked a long , deep breath as his eyes trailed behind her. He was more than overjoyed by being able to spend the time with her at all.
❝ Ye know mateys, she be havin' positive aura, it even rubs off on me. See for yerselves ❞ and with that said , the russet fox raised his hand and hook, both in a clean state truly. No stains of blood defiled his appearance.
❝ Ol' Foxy can go without killin' too for a while don't ya think ? ❞ and he laughed softly , in a genuine manner as his ears shifted lightly.
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𝓘𝓯 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷' 𝓽𝓪 𝓶𝓮
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