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───────── ౨ৎ ───────── " and I thought, "he's so pretty, I could cry". Pretty boy, with pretty eyes, "and his name was M/n." "
— third selection. italics : English ───────── ౨ৎ ─────────
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A DAY AFTER ALL THAT RUCKUS, the battle with the world's select finally reached you guys.
Now you were heading back to there field to actually start the 3rd selection. You hummed quietly while walking down the hallway, holding a hair tie in your mouth while tying your hair into a ponytail.
You glanced back when you heard Isagi and Bachira talking.
"Hey Isagi, don't tell me you're getting cold feet?" The bee-like male asked the blue haired boy. Isagi didn't even turn to him, but answered still.
"No, I'm not..or so I'd like to say, but that'd be a lie."
Bachira grinned, pointing his finger up. "Honesty is key." He said in a sing tone voice. "I'm the same. This is probably what they call a warrior's tremor, huh?" He mumbled under his breath. You finally finished your hair, turning to them.
"I wonder what'll happen if we lose. Ah~ I can't wait to play with them." You bit lightly onto your nails, thinking about how all the possibilities. You weren't too excited to meet your ex-situationship though.
