"Oh fuck," Jedao gasps, immediately, making up for his lack of eloquence with deeply earnest vehemence. The muscles in his arms all flex as he grips the bar above him tighter, and an extra drop of viscous blood squeezes from the tiny nick on his arm.
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Date: 2024-05-04 11:39 pm (UTC)