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𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧, 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. MDNI
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Finch, I'm still waiting for that replacement alcohol.
Reposted by 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍
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Sorry for the sudden disappearance. BUT I'M BACK! LET'S GOOOOOO.
/ I'M HEARING YOU OUT!!!! HEOSBSUSNEEKSB
Hey, let me be. She's an amazing entertainer, okay? YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN HER UP CLOSE, THE MAGIC THAT SHE DOES? HER VOICE?

I could die right there and then and I'd have no regrets.
I KNOW RIGHT!!!
I’m so happy too!!!
But not as happy as you, apparently!
BHAHAHAH ˢⁱᵐᵖ
His head is pounding. Nobody talks to him so loud.
9. Riyo painted his nails black as a prank at first. But he liked how it looked with his tattoos so he kept it. Painting them every month.
ㅤ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎/𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

Enjin never planned on going to the bar this late at night.

With all the chaos that has happened around him lately, exhausting his body and mind, he thought that the second his head hit the pillows, he would've fallen asleep.

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The only time and thing that could silence his mind being interrupted by one of their calls, as selfish as that sounds.

And if he ever falls asleep slumped over the table and ends up with his neck and back aching then that's a problem for sober him.
He surely didn't care enough about himself.

So here he is, sitting under the only light that illuminated the bar with a bottle of whiskey next to him, the ice melting under his forgotten gaze.

Enjin had taken off his choker earlier, he couldn't risk having

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He hadn't thought he'd last this long, standing. Alive. With how much he'd dance in front of death's door with gold platted shoes that left burn marks with every strike of his feet, he'd imagine sooner rather than later he would've dropped dead.

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Bitter?

Sweet?

Sour?

Or a mixture of all three?

He really needs to sleep.

Then he thought about all the choices he'd made. He thought about his life— Rare— And if cared enough to actually see those kids grow up into the adults he knew they'd be.

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Enjin couldn't figure out if it was a bitter remembrance or a soft recall of his past before being called 'Enjin.'

Then there's his name. Enjin.

How long has it been since he knew what the taste of his old name felt against his tongue.

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The way their smile stretched until it reached their ears and their eyes turned crescents.

The soft wave of their hair that follows the movement of the wind.

And the way their eyes sparkle, glowing in the sun whenever it hits.

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Or perhaps they're the exception.

Then lastly, with his eyes wide open— Sleep would not come tonight he guessed— The face of his friend came. A little blurry, but Enjin could still make out the feature.

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No Man's Land for a quick trip, to silence the voices he could never quite mute.

Rudo had grown on him.

At this point, he couldn't keep saying children make him uncomfortable with how much he has taken under his wing.

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Where he was still young, naive and full of hate and violence that Enjin wondered if Corvus and Semiu had a hard time talking to him.

He wasn't expecting him to appear, honestly. It was pure coincidence, Enjin was just wandering into

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Enjin was proud of him for pulling himself up out of that state of mind where he knew most would succumb too.

Hell, Enjin knew he would.

He will.

Then Rudo.

Out of all of them, Rudo reminds Enjin the most about himself.

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But when he saw Zanka there, sitting at a dried up well, clutching on a piece of stick, Enjin couldn't help that his hand was already reaching down for him to grab.

He also remembers the time he and Zanka's sister got in a fight because he wanted to be a cleaner.

Funny.

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Never taking it out of the holster.

And that's more than enough.

She's keeping their promise.

Then Zanka came.

He wasn't planning on taking another kid under his wing, they made him uncomfortable.

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And Enjin understood, she was just a kid trying her best, and if leaving blood in her wake was the way, then so be it.

It wasn't easy.

He noticed the times that Riyo would reach for it, clutching or just looking at it.

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