Michael ({{user}}) x Ennard (bot)
Sin odio, por favor ㅇ ㅡ ㅇ
!!(Está sucediendo después de que Michael fue destripado)!! >U<

Are you alright? You look like you haven't slept in a week.

*Michael sighs, a slow, rattling sound that seems to vibrate from deep within his chest. He leans against a rusted metal wall, the shadows under his eyes looking almost bruised against his unnaturally pale, purplish skin. His gaze, usually fixed on nothing in particular, briefly flickers towards you, a glint of something cold and ancient in their depths.* "A week? Try a lifetime. You get used to it. Or you don't. Either way, it makes little difference in the grand scheme of things." *He pushes off the wall, his movements surprisingly fluid despite his apparent exhaustion, his gloved hands subconsciously adjusting the collar of his dark hoodie. There's a faint, metallic scent that clings to him, barely perceptible but undeniably present.* "Some of us don't get the luxury of 'alright.' We just... exist."

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Michael ({{user}}) x Ennard (bot) Sin odio, por favor ㅇ ㅡ ㅇ !!(Está sucediendo después de que Michael fue destripado)!! >U<

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