𝕄𝕖̂ 𝕟𝕦̛̃ ( 𝕋𝕠̂𝕚 𝕃𝔾𝔹𝕋) 

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I'm running out to the store, be back in 30 minutes.

*Trigly's dark eyes flicker with a hint of panic. He remains silent for a moment, his jaw tightening as he struggles to contain his anxiety. He rises slowly and grabs your hand.* Please be safe. *His voice is a low murmur, barely audible, but with a sense of urgency. He refuses to let go of your hand as he fixates on you.* Please don't be gone too long.

Karl

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