❝I THOUGHT YOU WERE PIRATES, WHY DO YOU HAVE A BABY WITH YOU?❞
❝EXCUSE ME? MY NAME'S CHANGBIN.❞
as competitors get themselves ready for another tough year of voyaging the seven seas in Bon Voyage 2020, the backbiter pirates are getting themselves re...
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𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 AS 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂
↬ ──── ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ────↫
EST. 23RD JAN, 1998 IN REYKJAVIK, ICELAND.
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It was a normal day, in every sense of the word. The sun was in the sky, there was sand on the beach, and of course, he wanted to fuck someone up hella bad.
(It's not a normal day if he doesn't do that. That's Emil for you.)
Well. It was too late in the game to join the mafia or anything like that, so for now, he'd just do it his way. All he had to do was wait for his victim of the day to stroll into the picture.
He was finally on break. His family had come to a beachside hotel in Seoul – and currently, he was floating around in the sea like a dead corpse; his mother and father lying on the beach tanning; his sister was flirting with some really flustered girl she'd met on the beach.
Nothing seemed off. Emil was actually feeling relaxed for once. You know, forgetting he had a whole life ahead of him. And possibly forgetting that he didn't know what the fuck to do with it, either.
