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“What do you think? Does it really hide my identity like a mask should?” Though it was made from cheap plastic, the accessory was still something that could catch one’s attention with its colours.

“I hear some coordinators use different ways to hide their identify, what about you?”

                Ivy is not the best flier in the army yet she seemed to have a likeness         for the pegasi. Their wings were well kept by the girl, since she knew how         to take care of them properly. Perhaps that was why her steed had taking         a liking to her, among other things. 

                Everything swipe does not have an OUNCE of strength behind it,          yet is half assed. She doesn’t actually want to injure him because she         knows that he’s killed her once before. && the fact that he had found her         again... was a huge risk. 

“Being stabbed is a 7?” she stared curiously at the mark, made all the more troubling by his explanation. Ah! Another one of his tricks! Or perhaps his tolerance was quite high and he was only being modest.

But she didn't know him to be modest very often, if at all.

“Maybe it depends on what you're stabbed with. You know, there's a difference between a needle and a knife!” What an amazing guy!

“Does Wychii mean to say that if he gets paid, that means his pain tolerance goes up? How much? Does it have to be money?” she took a step back, cradling her chin against the tips of her thumb and forefinger, “It's good to be a dedicated worker.” She saw no difference between his odd-jobs and any other, more savory profession.

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The pen scratched across the paper quickly, ending the sentence with a decided lack of punctuation. They were just her notes after all. And class was ending, which mean her attention span had run thin around half an hour prior. It was easy to see when it had happened - what started as a neat and orderly sheet of notes had ended with barely legible characters. 

It didn’t matter, Rynn had no intention of reading them anyways. Writing the notes was helped her commit them to memory, not going over them later. The teal notebook was haphazardly shoved into her messenger bag, laying to rest among countless pens and papers. Once the back was secured over her shoulder, the redhead made her way across the room to the desk of a certain brunette.

She hopped up onto the desk in front of his, arranging her skirt so it barely touched the tops of her thigh high socks - it was too short to cover anymore. Rynn leaned forwards, elbows resting on the bag that now sat in her lap as she met his eyes.

Wylan was quiet and serious, but that didn’t stop her from offering him a bemused grin. It was a rather common expression on the girl - well to her friends at least. She was known to have a bit of a temper with those that got in her way. This boy was not one of them. 

“So, have you put anymore thought into checking out the fencing club with me? The seasons over so there’d be no pressure to try and get on the team... I think you’d have fun.” Rynn commented, a hand playing with one of the twin tails she kept her red locks in. “I could use a new training companion... I think everyone else is scared of me...”

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Hello, this is your resident Bear speaking. Would you mind giving this a like/reblog if you’d be interested in interacting with my boy Wylan? He’s an independent hitman/contractor who acts like a total dork outside of his work. Probably has some issues to work through regarding said work now that I mention it. He has several genre and anime verses already and I’m always flexible for new ones! Thanks for reading.

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First, there was the rumbling roll of thunder.

Then came a flash of lightning.

And suddenly, everything went dark.

There was a shriek as the bathroom door flew open and Alice came darting out. While she was by no means afraid of the dark, small dark spaces and this little woman did not mix. It wasn’t long before she was curled up on the couch next to Wylan who had a cheeky grin stretched across his lips.

“What? Don’t look at me like that!” Alice groaned as she averted her gaze.

“Like what, Bubbles?”

“You know!” she sighed as she got up and walked into the kitchen. There, Alice fetched some candles to give the room some light. Back to the livingroom she went where she sat down some candles on the coffee table and other various surfaces. Thinking back on that night, the soft glow of the candles had indeed presented a certain mood in the tiny apartment.

The two sat in utter silence for only a moment before Alice caught glimpse of the man next to her giving her... a look.

“Looks like the power is not coming back on...,” Wylan sighed playfully as he peered down at her with this adorable puppy dog eyes of his.

The dancer’s brows narrowed, immediately getting a hunch at where he was about to go with this. 

“Yes. It appears so. Whatever are we to do with all this time? It’s much too early to go to sleep. This has become a waste of a sleepover. I had so much planned for us tonight.” Her tone was dull, but she might as well toss him the bait and get it over with. Not that she wouldn’t enjoy what he had to suggest, but dammit! It was supposed to be a night of fun! Just... not that kind of fun!

“I can think of a few things,” Wylan then coo’d at her as he scooted in closer and wrapped an arm around the dancer’s waist.