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"Alouette, gentille alouette
Alouette, je te plumerai
Je te plumerai la tête
Je te plumerai la tête
Et la tête, et la tête
Alouette, Alouette
Oh, oh, oh, oh."
Ink sang as he sifted through the millions of Au's. Where had they gone?
He hummed, sipping on the red vial he was slowly growing accustomed too. It seemed like the right choice.
Anger.
He was going to find the Counterbalance, and then he was going to kill him at least once. Maybe more.
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Two words.
French Ink.
I blame a book that I've gotten really into. The book's name and author eluding me.
Ack-
Also Ink has slight yandere tendencies.
Oops.
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FanfictionArtifex; Early 17th century. From classical Latin artific-, artifex practitioner of an art, expert practitioner of any art, skilled workman, craftsman, artist, performer, maker, creator, author, contriver, perpetrator from arti-, alternative stem of...
