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Hostile/Enemies sentence starters

“You are not my friend! You never were!”

“Don’t make me hurt you!”

“I swear, I won’t hesitate to punch you!”

“Don’t try and act friendly with me.”

“I will have my revenge on you. This, I promise.”

“Come any closer and you’ll regret it.”

“That’s not a threat, its a promise.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Consider us enemies.”

“This knife isn’t for show. I know how to use it.”

“We could never be friends.”

“Don’t hurt me, please…”

“You can run, but you can’t hide!”

“Stay away from me, you monster!”

thetraitordemon:

“Would if I could but I won’t cause it doesn’t settle right with me…..in english.”

“What’s ‘English’? Fuck me, old man, you are going senile.”

[Lol England and by extension English doesn’t exist in Tales shoot me]

shepherdiing:

Lunarree.

Why did he get the sneaking suspicion he was being guilt tripped, in a way? Still, Sorey can’t deny that they ARE friends… sort of. Somehow. And the foxish man has a point. ❛ Okay, ❜ he responds tentatively. ❛ Do you have a brush? ❜

Lunarre whipped out a brush before the boy could finish his question. His smile widened. Gotcha.

“Be gentle,” he said. “Don’t yank it like Rose does. And for the love of peace, don’t sing any stupid songs like Lailah. That woman is obsessed with my hair. Sometimes I think she might cut it off and... I don’t want to think what.”

He shuddered. The girls of the group devolved from reasonably intelligent ladies to bickering children over his long, soft golden locks. They were either angry their hair wasn’t as luxurious, or they desperately wanted to brush it themselves - whether Lunarre liked it or not. And then there was Zaveid, who had joined the latter camp and was no help at all. It was a nightmare.

Luckily, Lunarre had managed to escape their wistful eyes and found Sorey, the perfect candidate for Assistant Brusher. Mikleo was not nearly as easy to manipulate.

Satisfied, the hellion promptly sat down and crossed his legs, waving the brush in his hand for Sorey to take.

“Here ya go. The sooner you start, the sooner it’s over.”

LOOK. AT. HIM.

I PAUSED IN BETWEEN FRAMES AND THIS IS WHAT I SAW HOLY SHIT I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING

LOOK AT HIM

“I’M GONNA PUNCH A PUMPKIN.”

Autumn-esque Sentence Starters

“…Why? Isn’t it more fun to … carve ’em? Set ‘em on fire? That’s what I’d do. Though, thinking about it, using them as target practice doesn’t sound so bad.”