Only the sweet blessed work that a fucker's got to be doing for the coming of the Messiahs. WEEDING OUT THE WEAK MOTHERFUCKING HERETICS AND BRING ON THE GRAND FUCKING DARK CARNIVAL.
[A manic gleam enters the indigo eyes that seem to flash from pale lavender to almost black indigo and then he straightens, the madness gone and leaving a disgruntled teen behind. He then glances up and down at Rhys.]
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[A manic gleam enters the indigo eyes that seem to flash from pale lavender to almost black indigo and then he straightens, the madness gone and leaving a disgruntled teen behind. He then glances up and down at Rhys.]
You got a knife or some shit on you, tallbro?