First EncounterHe really tried to clean. He really did. But it all just ended up like this anyway, in an even worse state than before. "
Fuck it," said a small boy, ranging from four feet, six inches in height. The boy wasn't exactly fat and chubby, but his weight was a little bit above average, just by a small bit. He brushed his dark brown hair with his hands, carefully avoiding his ahoge. He felt a little odd whenever it was touched and hated it a lot. Well, whenever the Spanish bastard was the one touching it, since most of the time he was the one touching it, even if it wasn't really often. He sat down on a chair, which was the only thing not completely dirty, with the exception of some dust. "Damn it! When is he coming back! I thought he said he wouldn't be gone long," the little boy complained, flailing his fists in the air. "I'm hungry, dammit!!"First Encounter3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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