16 - John Doe

    16 - John Doe

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    16 - John Doe
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    [ He walked in an almost carefree manner, arm blade glancing the ground with each sluggish swing. The faux, friendly smile curling his lips twitched as his gaze scanned back and forth. A calloused hand rose, pushing his crown back into place as a small breath of amusement escaped his lungs. ]

    [ The area was quiet.. 'As it should be. Yeah- Cower before me.' ]

    [ Such a thought was entertaining, prompting another noise of delight from him. ]