#klubice

Sam: You can hate on me, but you cannot hate on me. 

Blaine: Fine, I won’t!

Sebastian: What the hell does that mean?

       Bleary eyes slowly opened, a groan escaping slightly parted dry lips as the curly haired brunet shifted about, his black shades preventing the light from blinding him. Dazedly, he surveyed his surroundings. Large gray bricked walls surrounded him on three sides, iron bars and a steel door making up the last. Next, he noticed the position he was in, arms, waist, and legs tied to a chair. He wiggled, testing the rope to see if whoever captured him left a little give in it. ‘Dang, when did it become normal for me to wake up in some weird place tied up? Hopefully whoever captured me didn’t hurt any of my friends or recruits this time. With how often this happens you’d think I’d have a sign or something hanging around my neck saying Free Sky for capture, take him anytime you want to enslave and torture. Get him now and you’ll receive a Deadlox and Truemu with it guaranteed’ the prisoner bitterly thought, groaning when he found no give whatsoever. He looked around once more, a whine almost escaping his mouth when he realised he was in a jail-cell, again.         ‘What the hell did I do this time!?!?!? More importantly, what did Team craf-’ a clicking sound cut off his train of thought, making his head whip around to find the source. The noise sounded again, Sky easily finding the source of it in a shadow to the right of him. Casually leaning against the wall was a young man in a pristine white suit with pink accents, lining, gold buttons, and black dress shoes. He wore sunglasses atop his head, sipping a neon pink liquid from a cocktail glass. Steely golden eyes stared at Sky, shocking him. Sky had seen many strange things on his numerous adventures, so the abnormal colored eyes were not what spooked him. What startled him was that the guy leaning against looked exactly like him. From the messy hair and color of his eyes to the small scar on his nose that he received while pranking Jerome and running into a rose bush.                                                                                                           “W-who are y-y-ou?” Sky painfully rasped, suddenly realising his intense need of some water. The man just continued to stare at him, seeming to be debating whether or not he was worthy of the information. “You may call me Augustus,” he said coolly, a thick accent that Sky couldn’t quite place present “And before you ask, your whereabouts and reason you are here shall be revealed shortly.” Then, with the slightest crinkle of his nose, he got off the wall and walked over to Sky, extending the hand holding his beverage.