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prompt five | E N D I N G S dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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coquin | cabal lutèce | nine witches

[bides]

Idiots. No one is that lucky.

[caput]

[Chapter looks awfully well-dressed for someone who can barely play the part.]

You make your own luck, bucko.

[bides]

[You smell like blood, Chapter. Coquin takes his time with his cigarette, even if he already knows his answer, and his voice is quiet - just a touch above a whisper - when he finally speaks again.]

That would depend on what made you.

[caput]

Don't tell me. Didn't get enough love?

[bides]

Too much death.

[caput]

No such thing, bro.

[bides]

[He shrugs.]

In your experience.