#barbiter

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The sullen and weary expression of the albino was a common sight in Quindecim, as was his defeated form slouched over the counter of the bar. First impressions would lead one to believe that he was nothing more than a bum, but upon closer inspection, one could tell there was something a bit more extraordinary about him. There was a deep rage in his eyes, but even then, it seemed as though the fire had been burned out, left with embers until they were rekindled. Anger didn’t meant much here in this bar, the only thing he could rightfully call home, thanks to the owner’s kindness. A deep sigh passed through his lips, eyes focused upon the liquid within his glass, a simple little glass of water to cool him off from the day’s efforts.

“What a shitty goddamn day.”

Another day, another lost job, Ragna’s anger yet again getting the better of him and causing him to lose the only form of income he had. Once the rage was quieted, he was only left with feelings of ineptitude and distaste in his own self. He had sworn when he had left the orphanage on his own several years back, that he would get his life on track his own way. So far, that had been going utterly miserably. The thought of it angered him, as was his period of wallowing in self pity. So, angrily, he shook it off, sitting up, though still hunched over the counter. With a scoff, he drank what remained of the water, determined then to clear his head, the only way that seemed to work.

“Yo, Decim. Got something harder for me?”