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“Stop talkin’ like—like that.” Hyperlaser’s voice lacks its usual conviction. Like all the power’s been sapped out of it, like it’s been whittled and worn until it had nothing more to give.
Katana pauses. His throat bobs as he swallows and feels how dry it is—his lips move slowly, without thinking when he is thinking all too much, “Like what?”
There’s that heavy breath again. It trembles on the exhale, afraid of what it will wreak.
Hyperlaser’s shoulders sink in defeat. His voice is but a whisper, yet it rasps all too loud in the raucous background noise of the bar—“…Like—“ he hesitates, growing ever quieter, “—like you love me.”
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or, Katana finds Hyperlaser at a bar. They are not what they used to be.
Series
- Part 2 of duvet
- Part 13 of googly moogly