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"I find it hard to take," This really is how his life is going now, huh? He moves his fingers a bit to make sure everything is properly healed and not too stiff to continue his work. Their work?

"What do you think you're doing?!" — @the-mask-unraveled

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Uta stares at his already healing arm before he shrugs. "Can't let me die."

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"..." He stares at the other as he walks around barefoot, not sure what else he really expected. "You said it wasn't food, so I decided it was food." He has by now decided that no, plastic is, in fact, not food, but he's not going to say it.

"Cake isn't something we can eat. I do have eyeballs. They taste nice. Pretty sure I've got some liver somewhere too."

"Plastic isn't food." — @the-mask-unraveled

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Uta glances at the plastic in his hand. And then at the other. At the plastic again. It's not food, no.

And he takes a bite.

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Uta leans into Uta's gentle touch slightly before he's shoved to the floor, just taking it, making a very flat 'oof' sound as he's kicked in the ribs. "No problem." He just. Stays on the floor, staring at the other's legs. "Might need to go looking for someone to teach." He sighs. "Needs to be someone willing to make masks for anyone."

👊 — @the-mask-unraveled

send 👊 for your muse to just fucking deck mine

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Uta takes the hit, rather calm. "... Can I do it back now?"

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"So long as one of us survives it'll be fine." Hm, maybe he'd have to look into teaching someone else to make masks.

"The dreams in which I'm dying, are the best I've ever had." It's easy to continue it for him.

"What do you think you're doing?!" — @the-mask-unraveled

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Uta stares at his already healing arm before he shrugs. "Can't let me die."

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"Plastic has now been requalified as food." He briefly raises the rest of the plastic to his mouth, as if he's going to take another bite.

He drops the plastic to catch the other boot. Oh, awesome. Now he has a new pair. Means he doesn't have to buy new ones anytime soon.

"It was in my mouth. What did you expect?"

"Plastic isn't food." — @the-mask-unraveled

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Uta glances at the plastic in his hand. And then at the other. At the plastic again. It's not food, no.

And he takes a bite.

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"Of course I can hit harder. But it's easier to make masks for everyone if there are two makers." As the other raises his hands and curls it into a fist, he takes his chance to haul to other up again. "You can hit me again if you want to."

👊 — @the-mask-unraveled

send 👊 for your muse to just fucking deck mine

@the-mask-unraveled

Uta takes the hit, rather calm. "... Can I do it back now?"

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You're not but it's definitely cracking me up

💜 — @the-mask-unraveled

Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away )

I'm-

Lmaoooo

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Uta tilts his head as the other shows him the pencil, not understanding what he's doing...

Until just a second before it's done. "..." He stares at the pencil before pulling it out. "I protected you, so if I had died, there still would've been one of us. But yes, a valid concern."

"What do you think you're doing?!" — @the-mask-unraveled

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Uta stares at his already healing arm before he shrugs. "Can't let me die."

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The boot hits him and falls to the floor, and he stares at it for a few seconds before picking it up. He's stealing it. Good luck with one boot.

There's a second where he considers swallowing it, before he realises the bite he took was too big to swallow in one go, and chewing is a pain. He spits it at Uta.

"Plastic is food."

"Plastic isn't food." — @the-mask-unraveled

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Uta glances at the plastic in his hand. And then at the other. At the plastic again. It's not food, no.

And he takes a bite.

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Once he's standing again, Uta stretches a bit to get the stiffness from sitting all day out of his body, and then decks Uta.

👊 — @the-mask-unraveled

send 👊 for your muse to just fucking deck mine

@the-mask-unraveled

Uta takes the hit, rather calm. "... Can I do it back now?"

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🎧 — @the-mask-unraveled

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Born to run, American Authors

Uta stares up at the ceiling of his shop, clothes still bloody from his most recent encounter. Not his blood, of course. It never is. "I'm born to run." He softly mutters under his breath as he thinks back to some parts of the fight.

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"What do you think you're doing?!" — @the-mask-unraveled

@the-mask-unraveled

Uta stares at his already healing arm before he shrugs. "Can't let me die."

[art-of-mask-making]

💜 — @the-mask-unraveled

Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away )

I'm-

Lmaoooo

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👊 — @the-mask-unraveled

send 👊 for your muse to just fucking deck mine

@the-mask-unraveled

Uta takes the hit, rather calm. "... Can I do it back now?"

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"Plastic isn't food." — @the-mask-unraveled

@the-mask-unraveled

Uta glances at the plastic in his hand. And then at the other. At the plastic again. It's not food, no.

And he takes a bite.

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👀

“...” He’s staring right into your soul.

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Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship