[Thank fuck this is a text otherwise Skulduggery would be witness to what that sort of praise does to him. He's absolutely preening, overwhelmed, full to the brim with emotion he can't put a name to. And an offer of protection? He's sent. You've fucking sent him.
Get your shit together, Israel, Jesus Christ.]
Didn't get cursed sir, no. Apparently I'm under divine protection, as far as their influence can reach, anyway.
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Get your shit together, Israel, Jesus Christ.]
Didn't get cursed sir, no. Apparently I'm under divine protection, as far as their influence can reach, anyway.
A shackle seems fitting.