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rurik’s gaze flickered toward könig, the soldier’s towering form no less intimidating with the gun still drawn. unbothered by the danger, he took a measured step forward, his boots crunching softly against the ground. “escort me to the gate?” he echoed, his tone laced with dry amusement. “what, no handshake? no formalities?” the sharp edges of his words seemed to mock the man’s authority, but his expression remained unreadable—- calm, calculating.
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he stopped just short of breaching könig’s personal space, his dark eyes cutting upward to meet the other’s gaze without hesitation. “tell me, könig,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, “do you always greet intruders like this, or is this performance just for me?” the faintest smirk threatened to pull at his lips, but he kept it restrained, letting the weight of his presence linger instead. “go ahead. keep the gun up. let’s see which one of us blinks first.” [ october 22, 2024] ˊ ╱ thread’s continued response.
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