[ yoru does check because it’s siffrin. despite the rain, the mud, oops also the blood, and the moist nature of everything, his eyes darken in a fond smile. that’s his siffrin, a creature after his own heart (metaphorical) the way they’re set to chuck the spade, deftly and remorselessly.
he drops from the ladder onto the mud and rolls onto his front, grabbing the axe as he does. if siffrin has the top half of her, yoru goes for her abdomen (20), the sharp edge of his axe mercilessly aims to make its home in her body. ]
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he drops from the ladder onto the mud and rolls onto his front, grabbing the axe as he does. if siffrin has the top half of her, yoru goes for her abdomen (20), the sharp edge of his axe mercilessly aims to make its home in her body. ]
Enough already.