[she actually whimpers, an unfamiliar sound coming from Shooter, one hand grasping at the wound on her knee while the other reaches out towards Dead Master. the needy gesture coupled with her curled up on the ground paints a pathetic picture of helplessness, of desperation.
but at that moment, Shooter couldn't care less. she only wants- needs Dead Master.]
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but at that moment, Shooter couldn't care less. she only wants- needs Dead Master.]