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[color=662d91]"One day I will manage to get that idiot to stop doing these things"[/color] Cian muttered under her breath as sat in the courtyard looking for her brother figure/guardian/pain in the neck/narcissistic asshole. Dont get her wrong Cian was eternally thankful for what he did and was doing for her and as such loved him as she would a brother but by the heavens above did he manage to piss her off lately. Leaning back a bit she kept sighed softly as she tried to keep her eye open for a person with a furred purple hat. 

Tristan Mauve
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[color=662d91]"Well well guess the school aged well like some people are bound to."[/color] He muttered to himself as he walked through the entrance of the school. Tristan stood tall at a six foot 4. He had a lean build like that of a runner or a swimmer with tight black slacks and a white shirt with his signature purple jacket. He often got compared to how similar his and Cian's style was similar but [color=662d91]"Its bound to happen when one grows up with a clean cut figure as myself"[/color] He muttered once more with a joyful laugh at the end. Wonder how the old stomping grounds held up without me creating craters ever other week. He thought to himself as he kept a single eye out for his sister.