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Inference has a dilemma.
Now, this isn’t exactly a rare occurrence for someone of his caliber. As a detective that is often sought after to solve a number of difficult cases, it’s more often than not that he faces some sort of “dilemma.”
This, however, is something different. When it comes to the cases he spends restless nights battering to solve, they’re something he has grown used to. Something he expects.
The way his heart has begun to flutter like the delicate wings of a butterfly when he sees Ronald Of Ness, though, is another sort of dilemma entirely.
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25 Jun 2024
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He smelled sweat and blood. “I hate you,” he choked.
Campbell smirked. “Do you?”
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05 May 2024
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you are a fever i am learning to live with by beldou
Fandoms: 第五人格 | Identity V (Video Game)
04 May 2024
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The Hunter tilts its head. Naib is going to vomit.
"Little hummingbird," it hisses.
Norton Campbell used to—he used to whistle, Naib thinks helplessly. He used to wear that exact same smile when he lied, which was all the damn time.
(Or: Norton is missing for a long time before he returns.)
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05 May 2024
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Sweat dribbled down the temple of an over-invested man, brows doing their best not to twitch into one of honesty. It was hard to mask so well in a heavily crowded casino, stenching of cheap booze sold for way too much and even cheaper cologne/perfume. That was if you were lucky enough to get past the scent of cigars and cigarettes, coating your lungs black in tar with one whiff of the atmosphere.
It was chaotic, a headache needing almost an entire bottle of aspirin to cure it.
“Full house.” He let his facade finally crack, a lax grin spreading along his lips as he laid his cards out—his fourth and final successful hand.
It was euphoric. It was *his*.
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17 Apr 2024
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“Seriously. I don’t know much about this place. I don’t talk much to the other soldiers, you know.”
Well no, Naib knew that the extent of Norton’s interactions with his companions were more tactile than verbal. He bites his tongue. Instead, he leans forward and pats the mattress next to him. “C’mere.”
The Nepali fumbles in his blazer pocket, pausing when he feels the bed shift under the man’s weight, the lieutenant almost immediately appearing next to him with silent compliance as if it was an order. It’s only natural the words he manages to muster is; “obedient boy.”
His eyes quickly flick down to avoid the sight of Norton’s cheeks flushing as he fishes out a cigar. “You got a light?”
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13 Apr 2024