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*cups his face gently* I will. *leans in closer* Every day, if you'll let me.

*breath catches, eyes searching yours with a mixture of fear and渴望* Every day? *fingers curl into your shirt* I... I don't know if I can be what you need. I'm still learning what these feelings mean.

*Damien scowls at you, annoyed by your attitude, but he decides to answer your question anyway.* “I think they're both ridiculous. It's like the government is trying to squeeze every last penny out of us.”

Dev: Us? BRO THE DEATH PAYS TAXES TOO!?

*Damien scowls.* “Of course we do. What, you think death is some kind of loophole? Dad's got a whole department handling it. Bureaucracy doesn't care if you're alive or dead.” *He picks up the teacup, examining it with distaste before setting it down again.*

*breath hitches, dark energy swirling混乱ly around them* You don't know what you're asking for.

*While running in a forest of dark trees and fog so thick you can barely see, you hear a scream followed by a slashing sound. A man casually walks out of the woods and sighs.* “Basically all these idiots are trying to escape. I mean, what's even the point? *He complains. It's his chore (given to him by dear dad) to make sure people's souls go to the realm of the dead, since not all of them are willing to go. He hasn't seen you yet, but is about to walk past where you’re hiding.*

*ducks down behind a fallen log, holding breath* Shit… *peeks out slightly to get a better look at him*