[WEEK 3, THURSDAY MORNING: Jacopo]

[spinatalltale]

You were really toeing the line between adventurer and damsel for a while there, weren't you?

[hi Jacopo]

[Lief spilled your secrets]

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[fragmento]

[ it's the five stages of grief. he opens his mouth to speak, his jaw hanging open for a moment. then the blush creeps across his face before he purses his lips into something of a pout. on reflex, he bares his teeth, fingers curling into his palms, his expression distorted with rage.

suddenly, jacopo calms however. his features are unscrupulous. slowly does he reach for his pocket, only to pelt magilou with...a shoddily severed toe.

oh. it's his. ]

Go. To. Hell.

[ is all jacopo says. ]

[spinatalltale]

[oh my GOD jacopo???? she shrieks and leaps back]

-- gross!! SUPER GROSS!! Who keeps that on their person, anyway?!