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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters | Accepting 

     “It isn’t that I don’t trust you. I’m certain you do…” But? But there was this uncomfortable feeling that something was amiss. She trusted the boy, but she rarely saw him; what was it? Just what was it that was stopping her from taking his hand immediately and following after him? Even as her eyes fell upon that vermilion mantle he wore, there was a tightening in her chest that remained a mystery to Deuce. “I… I’ll do my best.” Her best to make sure he couldn’t think for a single second that she may drag him down.

Is that a Class Zero assemble what I hear

nine was standing in the entrance to the grave yard again. some things just didn’t make sense to him and half of that could be blamed to a girl for nicely telling him, he---of all people---didn’t think enough. surely, he was aware of the fact, that he liked to keep it simple, but nothing could be painted in just black and white. even if people looked at him and only saw a ROUGH, way too tall and VIOLENT young man---he wasn’t much of that. he had done a lot of thinking before and staring at all those they had lost made him feel somewhat empty. it seemed to remind of something he couldn’t grasp, like he had been standing here a million times before having the same dilemma. to no avail, he truly didn’t understand the world, so he simply ran a hand through his head and turned around, making his way to the classroom, but not before finding ace on a bench.

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One minute he was standing on his feet and the next he was on the ground. The sharp sound ringing in his ears as a blinding flashlight robs him from his sight momentarily. The pain followed up but it was not as kind as the other symptoms; it shot through all over his body rendering him paralyzed and gasping for air. Eight was used to pain due to his fighting style but it was not exactly something to immune him from landmines. 

He regained his senses but slowly so he managed to hear someone running towards him. The footsteps are very familiar to him–one of the zeroes! Soon after, he felt someone carefully checking him for injuries and doing their best to heal him. “…uh….*cough* *cough*” his coughing continued to interrupt any sort of communication attempt when he heard the other says that he is not breathing and he should calm down and breathe. It was easier said than done when he feels his throat so dry–no on fire because of the amount of smoke he inhaled.   

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[ band aid ] – for your muse to take care of mine after they got into a fight

nine squinted an eye at ace, eyebrow arched as he watched his brother take care of the wound he had received in battle. totally not his fault though, he just wanted to protect ace and happened to fall across a goddamn rock. who put big rocks there either way? nine sighed slightly, face telling anyone else to better not approach him, but ace was always some sort of exception. he couldn’t refuse his help and it didn’t matter how bad his mood was, ace would always approach him. “ you don’t need to do this, yo. could spend ya time a little... uh, more productively. “ words he had picked up from queen a few days ago. damn girl told him to read a book and do something ‘ productive ‘. what was productive to her either way?