ℂ ℝ 𝕀 𝕄 𝕀 ℕ 𝔸 𝕃 ⁽ᵃᵖ⁾

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『 ♚ 』─ “I wish people would just learn to fucking listen.”

『 ♚ 』─ “I really hate myself.”

『 ♚ 』─ “Oh, yes. I SHOULD.” He held up his cane, aiming it at the teen. “Thank you for that suggestion.”

『 ♚ 』─ “You take anything else from me.. and I’ll kill you. I don’t give a damn WHAT Cinder says.”

『 ♚ 』─ “A bunch of shitty teenagers like you.”

『 ♚ 』─ “Brat.” He took the lighter with pride, putting it in his pocket. Lucky for him, she had no way of getting what other objects lay in his possession. “I suppose this would be a thank you of sorts.”

『 ♚ 』─ “You’re lucky that I care more about my life than I care about YOU.” He snapped. “I just want it back. It’s special to me.”

『 ♚ 』─ “I suggest you give it back.” He held out his hand, eyes narrowed. “Now.”

『 ♚ 』─ Ask Hour! Roman cannot lie, so take advantage of this!

『 ♚ 』─ “Yes, Neo. I know.” He sighed, taking off his coat that had been stained crimson. “Just get the kit. It’s not like we’re not used to this sort of thing.”

『 ♚ 』─ “You know, we should meet up more often. Maybe then we’ll get along better.”

『 ♚ 』─ “I never liked my mother.” He replied quietly, sitting back in his chair. “Let’s just say that things went sour and I never went back.”