#toothixna

Raucous laughter, deep and merry, erupted from his throat.

A nervous laugh, and he checked to make sure his wife was not present before answering.

"I prefer to think of them as... half-truths. Sometimes, such half truths are... necessary to accomplish a goal. I mean, I do not do this so much anymore, I do not need to... " His lady had taught him the value of working for a goal, how to earn it. No longer did he conceal the true facts in order to further himself; far from it.

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        Bonni entered the room and immediately turned         to their mini fridge, pulling out a Bubblegum pop         with an easy sigh as the hollow click of the tab         popped across the room. And then she looked         at the floor and nearly jumped in surprise.

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     Leaning over the canvas of his latest work in progress. He was actually pleased with how it was coming out for once. His memories unfolding before him as he spread the paint over the plain white. Dusty reds and oranges, dully browns and stark blue and crisp yellow spreading over everything. It was his past in the present and it made him smile in satisfaction.

Sitting back, the art student absently ran the back of his arm across his forehead to wipe his bangs out of his eyes. Unknowingly he had painted a stripe of red over his dusky skin. It really didn't matter though, his clothes and hair were already covered in streaks of colour. It was a risk of his profession, and it had never bothered him.

Closing his eyes and stretching his hands above his head, Aster let out a soft groan. He'd probably been at this too long. His eyes opened, running over his painting again. Aster froze, tensing and leaning in close. This- His eyes flicked around the room, then up to the ceiling as another drop of water fell onto his canvas, and his head.  

A curse rumbled forth and he stood quickly. His stool clattered against the floor and he quickly moved his canvas away from the growing wet spot above his head, the source of the falling water. What idiot was flooding their apartment?

Growling out another curse, Aster stalked out of his apartment and toward the stairs. Taking the steps two at a time, Aster pulled the himself up the steps using the hand rails. Once he was on the second floor, Aster went to the apartment situated directly above his own and began to pound on it. "Oi! Open up!" he demanded, resting his forearm against the wood before pounding again. "Open the bleedin' door!" 

{{ your voice is beautiful <3 i think you did wonderfully~!

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" Ahahaha—ow. O-ow, ha hA, get off, Bon! Ooof. ”

      Good evening.