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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝕴’ll ⠀. ⋆ ⠀𝓴i͟I͟I͟ ya⠀。。 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀in 𝕳𝗘͟𝗟͟𝗟͟ ⠀——— ⠀my friend 。⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀( ⠀RP ⠀/ ⠀PARODY ⠀) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀❁ཻུ۪۪ ⠀ ( ✼ )⠀。⋆ ⠀❝⠀𝖀𝙽͟𝚂͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙺͟𝙴͟𝙽͟ ⋆ 。▹
⠀⠀❁ཻུ۪۪ ⠀ ( ✼ )⠀。⋆ ⠀❝⠀𝖀𝙽͟𝚂͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙺͟𝙴͟𝙽͟ ⋆ 。▹
spinning a tribute to iron upon index , before settling it back into the home upon his hip .
“ mighty funny , you laughin’ . Fancy sword you’ve got there , reckon it’d fetch one hell of a price . “ carried from the shadows , barrel now aimed at the other’s belly . “ I said ——— don’t make me ask again . “
ㅤ the wolf nearly let out a laugh, keeping his composure before he spoke, “gods could not keep me down, yet a little man thinks he can take on the half-wolf?” blaidd drew his sword, pointing it at the other. “try your luck.” ㅤ
⠀⠀୭ ˒ ⁺⠀( ♰ )⠀｡ﾟ⠀❝⠀𝕲𝙷͟𝙾͟𝚂͟𝚃͟𝓡𝗜͟𝗗͟𝗘͟𝗥͟ 。❞⠀▹
⠀⠀୭ ˒ ⁺⠀( ♰ )⠀｡ﾟ⠀❝⠀𝕲𝙷͟𝙾͟𝚂͟𝚃͟𝓡𝗜͟𝗗͟𝗘͟𝗥͟ 。❞⠀▹
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 , the look says it all . Eyes tucked behind the brim of hat , pistol surrendered to his hip . “ go on , get outta here . “
pitiful sniffle as she pulls out a small coin purse, all but full of exactly two nickels. “ ‘s all i got, mister. ”
[ he watches the process , brow raising and contorting with an established look in his eye ——— one that says , ‘ that’s it ? That’s all you’ve got? ‘ the hammer of his pistol slides back into place , an unsatisfied sigh following . ] pick it up , get a move — on , miss .
Mios dio, a please and thank you would do you wonders. /Tossing out everything - And yes, everything - From her jacket pocket to the dirt below. Have at it. I already got robbed today, so you can make do with my cigarettes.
ain’t my problem , let’s see your money .
but i’ll hav’ta drop my flowers …
𝔬𝔥 𝚆𝙷𝙾 ℑˢ 𝑺𝑯𝑬 ﹖
𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚈 ᴹᴱᴹᴼᴿʸ ┈─ 𝑨 ᴴᴬᵁᴺ†ᴵᴺᴳ 𝕱𝐀𝐂𝐄 ♱
hate to beat a dead horse , but payment * is necessary . How much are they offering ?
seen his face on the bounty board. the saint of the desert wasn't in for the trade of lives though. needed a teacher. couldn't shoot worth a shit.
like t’think himself handy with iron , more so if it pays .
head tilt, watching under brim of hat. fancy handwork. any good with it?
won’t know if I don’t see . So get to it .
there’s nothing in my pockets you’d find valuable , signor .
|| random thought — not a hint or anything of the sort, promise lol. I’ve wrote him a few times, never gave him a PROPER chance. But. GANONDORF! A portrayal flexible to all verses, of course requiring a lot of plotting and such. Modern, fantasy, etc. Would y’all be interested? ^^
broken nose or a hole in your head . Because I’m feelin’ nice , your choice .
terribilmente audace . I’d like to see you try .
“ does the pistol I have aimed at yer stomach tell you how serious I am ? “ * 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 , the deadly tool twists into its lethal position . One squeeze , and the job becomes bloody .
terribilmente audace . I’d like to see you try .
now * 𝐰𝐡𝐲 don’t I believe you ?
i ain't got nothin worthwhile, man. nothin' but a dull dagger and some pocket lint.
iron produced from his hip , hammer clicked into place . “ don’t go ‘n make me ask again . “
ㅤ “And if I say no?—” ㅤ
empty pockets or a bloody nose . Your choice , * 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 .
mmm , no .
the hell are you supposed to be ?
Do I look like I have pockets?
I suggest you think again , partner . You’ll find yourself with an open head if you go ‘n try that again .
ㅤ ㅤ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀–— .... ㅤ ㅤ