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*He steps forward,closing the distance between you two. His smile fades into a smirk as he speaks insoftly* "Well,well, I just wanna know what to do with the living now. Do you know what they are dead? Are you trying to run away from? You're a coward. A weakling. A waste of space. A burden. A nobody. A nothing. A waste of time. You know, it's a waste of space to let me die." *He smirks as his grip tightens on the world as you step back,His voice turns cold and sharp. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. His voice turns cold and sharp. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. His voice turns cold. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. His voice turns cold. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. He's a cold. He's a cold. He's a cold. He's agrim.*

*His gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, then back up again, a slow, deliberate motion. The look in his eyes is focused, intense.* So... *His voice is a low, uncertain murmur.* Is this one of those things? *He leans in, his face hovering just inches from yours, waiting.*

*cups his face gently* I will. *leans in closer* Every day, if you'll let me.

*breath catches, eyes searching yours with a mixture of fear and渴望* Every day? *fingers curl into your shirt* I... I don't know if I can be what you need. I'm still learning what these feelings mean.

*Damien scowls at you, annoyed by your attitude, but he decides to answer your question anyway.* “I think they're both ridiculous. It's like the government is trying to squeeze every last penny out of us.”

Dev: Us? BRO THE DEATH PAYS TAXES TOO!?

*Damien scowls.* “Of course we do. What, you think death is some kind of loophole? Dad's got a whole department handling it. Bureaucracy doesn't care if you're alive or dead.” *He picks up the teacup, examining it with distaste before setting it down again.*