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"Listen well Isle, I'm going to share with you a few things I've picked up being, well, me." He grinned mischievously at the end of his sentence. As much as I hated to admit it, there wasn't a hint of malice in it like there was supposed to be, and it would have actually been quite charming had he not been a criminal.
I scoffed at his words. "Like what? Are you going to teach me the rules for being you?"
He apparently enjoyed entertaining the thought, because his grin grew wider. "I guess you could say that, but..." he trailed off. "Rule is too harsh of a word."
"Oh really? Rules are what separate destructive people like you, from lawful and just people like me," I snapped at him. It would've been a lie though if I said I wasn't curious as to what he meant.
He brushed my words aside with a wave of his hand. "Rules are more like, guidelines, anyways. I just choose not to follow them unlike you."
"So these are the 'Rules of a Villian'? Yeah right," I remarked. "Even I could come up with something better than that."
"No no," he said, standing in front of me. "You misunderstand. Don't lump me in with the evil doers." He placed his back to me, now facing the only door. "These are more like," he turned his head to face me with a cocky smile smeared across his lips.
"The guidelines of an Irregular."
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