sea shells come and go, from one place to another. you lose them easily, and tend to find more beautiful ones as replacement. like many things in life.
love, opportunities, changes.
but not us.
take note: female reader
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"I've got all the stuff ready, and everyone is up to date," a voice came from the darkness. It had stopped raining, but the moon was covered by clouds, and the entire scenery was covered in shades of black, navy, and pine green. Many wondered how they could navigate the darkness.
"Well, it seems you belatedly arrived at the conclusion to take your time," a smooth, articulated voice cut through the dark like a knife. He sounded well-educated, and very confident- maybe too confident for some.
"... I don't know what that means–"
"–of course, he doesn't know what that means, who'd ya think he is?" someone new appeared, with a deep tone, and a honey-like drawl.
"Excellent point. Brawn but no brains."
"Oh, really? You wanna fight blondie and find out how my strength measures to your smarts?" the man spits, rough and raspy.
"Sure, ya big lug, bring it on!" the smooth toned man growled, low in his throat like an animal ready to pounce.
"Alright, but you can't bring Rogue into this as well. Just you and me."
"Nobody said anything about bringing him into it–"
"Speaking of which, don't you think he has been acting quite unusual lately?" the silver-tongued one asked, curious.
"Well, I guess. He's been distracted, yeah. I told him yesterday to get his head in the game, so he should be fine."
"Hush, all of you. We have no time to spare in this matter. We must start the operation."
This voice was commanding, and the first female one. They all automatically fell silent, clearly having respect for her.
