We're TROLLS. We don't give each other gifts unless it's to celebrate the fact that we haven't been culled yet. [He pulls his hand from the wall, further tearing it, blue dripping here and there before he moves to quickly shut his door because that bird is making it simply impossible to think right now.]
Ampora... [He heaves, bowing his head a little, that grind of his teeth loud and gut churning.]
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Ampora... [He heaves, bowing his head a little, that grind of his teeth loud and gut churning.]