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None of it was a choice.
[indie oc.
status: hiatus due to injury
m!a: none.]

vinnception:

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“No, no.” He waved a hand, slipping down from the bar he was seated on. “You seem lost hmm? Do you know where you are?”

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“Hopefully near a bakery,” the teen said. He had just gotten off the city bus in order to search for one.

vinnception:

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“If tomorrow came for everyone the world would be so overrun with annoying people we’d all suffocate.” He paused in kicking his legs, still as cheerful as ever. It looked like he wanted to say more but chose against it.

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The annoying part was questionable, but Attai supposed that there were people who thought less of human life than others. He understood the meaning, though; life couldn’t exist without death. “That’s also true,” the teen concurred with a slight nod. The man’s body language made him tilt his head slightly. “Do you… have more to say?”

vinnception:

          I t ’ s q u i e t …

                    Do you wanna play a game?

                              Or perhaps you’re LOST?

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→ "Careful, children; you might just disappear.” A crooked grin stretched across his lips. Vin was seated on a rusty old railing, kicking his feet. He looked like he belonged there— this was Valhalla Syndicate territory after all.

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Attai glanced up as the man spoke, though the words and posture seemed almost more playful than threatening. Maybe that was just the teen though. “I can agree with that. Tomorrow doesn’t come for everyone.” As an assassin, he knew that fact well, after all.