C'rizz (
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2015-01-12 05:29 am (UTC)
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I'm afraid. Of what I can be made into and what I am.
[He moves toward Marsh, takes his hand again, crying not particularly gracefully now. Eutermesan throats stop up and choke just like human ones when they cry, and he's rasping miserably.]
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[He moves toward Marsh, takes his hand again, crying not particularly gracefully now. Eutermesan throats stop up and choke just like human ones when they cry, and he's rasping miserably.]