Dramatical murder x oc

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So you wanna know the difference between right and wrong?

The human heart decides that

So that leaves the question

 

What makes the heart?

What someone considers to be light

Might be the darkest of dark to someone else

To want only light
Without ever knowing the dark

I can't do that

Not till I figure it out

.........

A pink parrot flies above a large doam, then the city next to it, people were going about there day, some minding their own business, some outdoors, some indoors

In a shop called junk shop mediocrity

Just then the phone started ringing, the guy at the front desk picked up the phone "Thanks for calling Junk Shop Mediocrity. How can I help you today?" He paused, "Yeah. Yeah. We've got a bunch of those in stock actually. Would you like to get one from us? Hello? What? My voice?" Ren perked his ears up and lifted his head.

Aoba groaned softly, "That's awfully nice of you to say," Trying to sound nice, "But yeah, we've got those parts you're looking for. The S type. We've actually got a special going right now. You want to place an order? Sounds good. Thank you very much. I just need a credit card number to hold the order for you." He got the number and after saying goodbye, he finally hung up, putting the phone back in its holder.

"Aoba. Let me guess. You got another compliment on your voice?" Ren asked, who was lying on a stool. "Yeah. Seriously. I don't get what the big deal with my voice is anyway." Aoba leaned back in his seat, enlacing his fingers behind his head

"It's getting people to place orders. So lighten up, will you?"

"Yeah, I hear what your saying, little buddy. It just started getting a little weird...when guys said it."

Aoba's watch began to chime a ringtone. "Aoba. You got mail." Ren stated. "Right." Aoba clicked his watch to see his mail. The screen popped up, allowing him to see the message.

Suddenly, the door opened. "You're open! Hiya!" A voice suddenly yelled.

a kid struck Aoba on the head with a kendo stick at the same time he touched his watch He groaned with pain.

"Ow! Y--You little freakin' brats!" Aoba cried.

"You're just as weak as you've ever been, Aoba!" Mio said

"You got to be tough." Kio added. "Hey, that's my line! How many times do I have to tell you not to play around here, damn it? Do I need to get a kendo stick of my own, you brat?" Aoba threatened