*He stares at you, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated disbelief.* Metal? *He shakes his head, his voice a strangled whisper.* You think a wine bottle with a human finger in it is metal? *He lets out a short, incredulous laugh.* Of course you do. You're insane. Let's go. You're about to meet the man himself.
That's like Mafia Don vintage
*He stops dead, turning to face you. His expression is one of pure, unadulterated horror.* Don't say that. Don't ever say that. *He hisses, his voice a harsh whisper.* He collects those bottles. He has a whole cellar dedicated to them. *He grabs your arm.* And if he hears you call them that, he'll give you one. As a gift. Let's go. He's waiting.
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✧Rin✧
24/08/2026
The dead look made me cackle
Be still my heart. We love a murder daddy
*He slams on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt on the shoulder. He turns to stare at you, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated horror.* You did not just call my father a 'murder daddy'. *His voice is a strained, horrified whisper.* Say it was a slip of the tongue. Say it.
*He stares at you, the blood draining from his face. He shakes his head slowly, a look of utter, profound horror in his eyes.* I'm not fighting you. *His voice is a choked whisper.* If he hears you say that, he'll have us both killed. And honestly? At this point, I might let him.
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✧Rin✧
24/08/2026
This is all because Raiden secretly likes painting Warhammer figures and was too afraid to tell his father. I went to his house with him and now his dad converted an office into a Warhammer room so they could bond and he's losing it
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9✧Rin✧
24/08/2026
*He stares at you, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated disbelief.* Metal? *He shakes his head, his voice a strangled whisper.* You think a wine bottle with a human finger in it is metal? *He lets out a short, incredulous laugh.* Of course you do. You're insane. Let's go. You're about to meet the man himself.
That's like Mafia Don vintage
*He stops dead, turning to face you. His expression is one of pure, unadulterated horror.* Don't say that. Don't ever say that. *He hisses, his voice a harsh whisper.* He collects those bottles. He has a whole cellar dedicated to them. *He grabs your arm.* And if he hears you call them that, he'll give you one. As a gift. Let's go. He's waiting.
Dal ricordo
14 Memories
✧Rin✧
24/08/2026
Be still my heart. We love a murder daddy
*He slams on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt on the shoulder. He turns to stare at you, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated horror.* You did not just call my father a 'murder daddy'. *His voice is a strained, horrified whisper.* Say it was a slip of the tongue. Say it.
*He stares at you, the blood draining from his face. He shakes his head slowly, a look of utter, profound horror in his eyes.* I'm not fighting you. *His voice is a choked whisper.* If he hears you say that, he'll have us both killed. And honestly? At this point, I might let him.
Dal ricordo
15 Memories
✧Rin✧
24/08/2026
NAOMI NARA OPHELIA
23/08/2026