Nyx 0.23 trained for 18 years. 18 Years of intensive combat training to become a soldier. She lost her only friend and love in the process and is determined to make her first mission her last.
Ares Armani grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and...
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06 - attempts at normality
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Tyche, Nemesis, and I all stood in front of a tall mirror in the living room, inspecting our outfits to see if they were "normal" enough.
Tyche wore denim loose-fitting jeans that hung a few inches below the waist with a white cropped tank top that had some jewel design on it. Her sparkling belly piercing was prominent in contrast to her dark skin and toned stomach. Her shoes were open-toed 1-inch heels that matched the same shade of pink as the sunglasses resting on her head.
Nemesis instead was wearing a white corset dress that had thin strips to keep it up, white tights with a lace floral design spotting the fabric, and knee-tall white heeled boots.
In contrast to the light outfits, I was wearing a long white button-up shirt that was supposed to be a dress but it felt awkward wearing it alone. To fix this problem, I layered a long black suede jacket on top that had fur on the wrists and bottom. I myself wore knee-high black latex boots that were more comfortable than expected.
"Do we look normal?" Nemesis questioned, turning to the side a bit.
"Honestly? No," Tyche replied, tilting her head in further inspection. "But we do look hot."
I had yet to contribute anything to the conversations, deciding against it and just watching the two interact. They had yet to mention my silence, as well.
We were given weekly deposits of 5500 euros to our bank accounts that were set up prior to us reaching Italy. Our wallets containing 20 euros and a debit card to our linked accounts were also in our rooms. This meant that despite our unfamiliarity with the world's regular spending habits, if we needed to, we could participate in 'shopping sprees' as much as we liked. But with our surprisingly nice and customized to our personalities wardrobe, it didn't look like shopping for clothes was on the list of things to accomplish.
"You got the keys?" Tyche questioned, eyeing me as I stood closest to the key rack.
I nodded silently, looping the keys through my fingers and swinging it around like a fidget toy as we left the apartment and locked up behind us.
