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               ❝ It’s too late now. There’s no going back.

"You’re a fraud. You’re trash. You’ve never seen a spoon in your life.”

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               Levi stalks closer, voice low and accusatory.

     ❝ The utensils lie. ❞

"Take it back. Take it back.”

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because they have a lot of spirit.

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i came out here to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.

harrowism:

     ❝ It’s not.

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               Levi shakes his head sadly, his expression growing grave with seriousness as he looks to the ground, defeated.

     ❝ It’s—-… it’s a fork. ❞

The fork clatters to the floor as Spirit’s mouth goes slack. Levi Harrow might as well have just shown her a dead body.

"What are you talking about.”

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               Levi inhales sharply at the sight, turning on his heel to face Spirit with a look of utmost sadness.

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     ❝ There are no spoons here. ❞

"What do you mean."

She digs around in the drawer until her fingers curl around what is most definitely a fork, pointing it at Levi semi-threateningly.

"Look at me. Look at me right now. Tell me that this isn’t a spoon."

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Bracing his fists at his side, Levi nods in preparation. 

               ❝ It’s time. ❞

"Of course."

Chin stuck out, she practically marches into the kitchen and opens the utensils drawer for Levi (there’s a crayon, three matches, and a little bit of dried barf in there).

"Do what you have to."

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Wild-eyed and anxious, Levi walks into view, blinking
rapidly at the other before realizing they were in search
of an explanation for his appearance.

               ❝ I'm here to take your spoons. ❞

She heaves a sigh of relief, melodramatic to most but perfectly appropriate for this situation, thank you very much.

Finally.”

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