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"DID SOMEONE ORDER A PIZZA-"
Gong
Gong
Take your time, Agni. There's no rush-
Gong
Take your time, Agni. There's no rush-
Daisuke clung to the girl as if he was going to die. Then again, given their current situation, there was a chance that he was going to die. He saw the girl place a hand against her mouth and nose to block out the toxic smoke, prompting him to do the same. He had already inhaled a lot of the virulence and he was dizzy, but he managed.
"Ahh, my second day in Italy and I'm going to die already!" The frightened Daisuke howled in a muffled bleat, tears forming at the corners of his eyes from the smoke. "Trespiano is not at peace!" he continued to whine until the girl mentioned something about there being a way out. He looked to where she was looking, his eyes gleaming with hope as he too saw the opportunity of safety, though tensing when they saw that it was also on fire.
Daisuke gulped. "God sham it," he said, stuck in place. He turned to look at the girl, hesitant. "Are you sure we should g- YAA!" He screamed as another stall collapsed from the flames just beside them, his heart jumping out of his chest. Unsure as to if courage or fear itself was motivating him, his cowardice disappeared as he grabbed the girl's wrist and ran towards their escape, squealing, "Nopenopenopenopenope-!"
"Ahh, my second day in Italy and I'm going to die already!" The frightened Daisuke howled in a muffled bleat, tears forming at the corners of his eyes from the smoke. "Trespiano is not at peace!" he continued to whine until the girl mentioned something about there being a way out. He looked to where she was looking, his eyes gleaming with hope as he too saw the opportunity of safety, though tensing when they saw that it was also on fire.
Daisuke gulped. "God sham it," he said, stuck in place. He turned to look at the girl, hesitant. "Are you sure we should g- YAA!" He screamed as another stall collapsed from the flames just beside them, his heart jumping out of his chest. Unsure as to if courage or fear itself was motivating him, his cowardice disappeared as he grabbed the girl's wrist and ran towards their escape, squealing, "Nopenopenopenopenope-!"
Just saying,
Xerxes wouldn't associate himself with Yu, and he doesn't need to prove a victory that's already known. XD
Xerxes wouldn't associate himself with Yu, and he doesn't need to prove a victory that's already known. XD
PFFT. Xerxes can beat anyone in a single turn as of now-
XD
NO HARD FEELINGS-
NO HARD FEELINGS-
Vector just expects too much. It's one of his flaws-
"Having one of your moments again, Darrian?"
Xerxes was always eager to see his friend pouting and whining. How the little man resembled a childish monkey at times, it succeeded in amusing him. He knew what Darrian was furious about, but he paid no heed; he had caused no error on his part during the killings, and slaughtered every single one of the Shepherds that came in his and his force's path. It was all the fault of the other mongrel, the feminine scumbag with a sword that Darrian had hired under a drunken spell. He couldn't even remember the fellow's name, that's how much he didn't care.
"Ah, mead from the royal brewery or whatever the hell it's called by you people," Xerxes said, stepping over to the table and taking an entire flask of the beverage, He took one light sip and returned it to where it had laid on the dining table, walking to his friend. He was never much of a drinker, and even though he wasn't one of those people who had a low tolerance for alcohol, he simply preferred to not drink. He sighed and walked towards the broken window of some fancy Ylissean emblem, looking through the hole and back at Darrian. "Damn. You sure can throw."
Zaino nearly went forward with the sword as it landed into the earth, grunting. He wasn't sure if he was able to continue any longer without any nourishment or rest, and the poisoned cut at his thigh only hampered his senses. He seemed to struggle as he lifted the sword up again, staring down at the woman with his emotionless expression, unchanged. He tilted his head and scoffed as she pleaded for her life, eyeing her bow and quiver. The arrows were of the finest quality out of the standard materials used, and could certainly skewer him easily...
"No," Zaino shook his head, reverting back to his brief state of anger. He forcefully tightened the grip on his sword, hurting himself. "I won't be tricked again!" he shouted, his sword arm falling down towards the woman once more.
Xerxes was always eager to see his friend pouting and whining. How the little man resembled a childish monkey at times, it succeeded in amusing him. He knew what Darrian was furious about, but he paid no heed; he had caused no error on his part during the killings, and slaughtered every single one of the Shepherds that came in his and his force's path. It was all the fault of the other mongrel, the feminine scumbag with a sword that Darrian had hired under a drunken spell. He couldn't even remember the fellow's name, that's how much he didn't care.
"Ah, mead from the royal brewery or whatever the hell it's called by you people," Xerxes said, stepping over to the table and taking an entire flask of the beverage, He took one light sip and returned it to where it had laid on the dining table, walking to his friend. He was never much of a drinker, and even though he wasn't one of those people who had a low tolerance for alcohol, he simply preferred to not drink. He sighed and walked towards the broken window of some fancy Ylissean emblem, looking through the hole and back at Darrian. "Damn. You sure can throw."
Zaino nearly went forward with the sword as it landed into the earth, grunting. He wasn't sure if he was able to continue any longer without any nourishment or rest, and the poisoned cut at his thigh only hampered his senses. He seemed to struggle as he lifted the sword up again, staring down at the woman with his emotionless expression, unchanged. He tilted his head and scoffed as she pleaded for her life, eyeing her bow and quiver. The arrows were of the finest quality out of the standard materials used, and could certainly skewer him easily...
"No," Zaino shook his head, reverting back to his brief state of anger. He forcefully tightened the grip on his sword, hurting himself. "I won't be tricked again!" he shouted, his sword arm falling down towards the woman once more.
Listen to the stereo
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
GONG GONG
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
GONG GONG
The tutor has to start being a tutor. O_O
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