[...But when he does make it to his feet, even though he stumbles in the process, there's a lazy smirk on his face. More than that, his expression is some warped form of affection.
The back of his hand touches a bruise already forming around a cut on his lip, and his eyes sharpen as he stretches and feels the burn of that kick irritating the bruises Taako has already left him with. If he didn't believe Reaper was entirely serious about killing him, he'd stick around and push him more... but he's gotten what he wanted.]
I'll see you around, Gabe.
[And with that, Reaper is left with only a flash of sparks that are swept away by the breeze.]
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The back of his hand touches a bruise already forming around a cut on his lip, and his eyes sharpen as he stretches and feels the burn of that kick irritating the bruises Taako has already left him with. If he didn't believe Reaper was entirely serious about killing him, he'd stick around and push him more... but he's gotten what he wanted.]
I'll see you around, Gabe.
[And with that, Reaper is left with only a flash of sparks that are swept away by the breeze.]