COMPLETED | "And under the moonlit café, along with the selcouth hymns, the outcast found a place to call home."
When her landlord managed to get rid of the troublesome pair she had as her neighbors, Ezra felt like she was ascending to a new world t...
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08 : she's damned in the concept of fear too.
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For someone like Kid Clementine, engaging in a scuffle with random ruffians is an everyday occurrence. Part of his daily routine. Anyone who knows him would agree that it is much easier to count his days without fighting, for his days which involved one was just too many to count. Whether he enjoys driving his fist right onto someone's jaw is rather debatable.
His least favorite part was tending his wounds.
"Shin, where's our spare medkit?" Kid snarled as he failed to locate the tiny red box that contained the materials that he needed to ease the pain he was feeling.
"Idiot," Shin hissed. Being the troublemaker's roommate was as tiresome as caring for a newborn child, but all was within expectations. "Do you think we have an infinite supply of first aid? Besides, whose fault do you think it is that we ran out of it in the first place?"
"I'm the one who pays for everythin' inside that box!"
"As you should!" the brunet spat, his voice laced with the venom of ire. "You are a vile creature if you don't, seeing that you're the only one to ever use that damned box!"
Chastille, who had been a witness of their entire exchange, had long grown disinterested in their tedious exchange. Unfortunately, he was with the agitated brunet when they found Kid wandering outside their apartment's gates. That resulted in him getting dragged along by the two when all he ever wanted was to eat chocolates and sweets inside the comfort of his own apartment.
The easiest way to do just that is to defuse this whole debacle, thus he planned to do just that, too. He called the one person who — could be, maybe, possibly — help mediate the said fiasco. Good thing she was the one who picked up when he called the number written on their shop's business card. Great thing she lives next door.
A bell rang, and three snapped their heads towards the apartment's front door. Kid and Shin, who had been fighting up till now, gazed at each other with equal amounts of confusion reflecting in their eyes. They mentally communicated with each other and concluded that neither of them expected a guest.
Chastille, however, who had been the mastermind of the upcoming revelation, only clapped his hands in a childlike manner, as if he was a madman. Then, he ran hopping towards the door and opened it, as if he owned the apartment unit. The two owners of the apartment first caught the faint whiff of coffee scent, before they saw the flash of red outside the doorway.
"The hell's she doin' here?" was the first word that came out of Kid's mouth. Shin, who would usually chastise the obsidian-eyed male's rudeness, said nothing and only threw an inquiring glance towards the male standing at the front door.
