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Echoing_Song
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Kryos flinched, moving away from her hand on instinct. Touching normally meant pain and pain was something he wasn't fond of. He hadn't been beaten in nearly a thousand years and he had no interest in it now. But once he realized she wasn't going to hit him, he decided to actually risk meeting her eyes. What? He was labeled broken for a good reason. "I remember the eyes..." he muttered, dropping his gaze again. D*mn it, Kryos, quit talking to her...Dracula will punish you.