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( you left me ˙^˙  )

KIT TAKAMURA IS SIGNING OFF. THANK YOU ARCANDUM ROLEPLAY AND PLEASE KINDLY UNFOLLOW.

⠀  I let out a soft chuckle because of your reaction. “Hey, hey…” I spoke, trying to make you feel better. “Believe me, It’s perfectly fine!” I added, beaming.
          
          ⠀  “To make you feel better, here! Have some of my gums.” I fished out some gums from my pocket and handed it on you. “It’s mint. I’m sire you will love it!”

"Thank you. I wish everyone was as nice and understanding as you." Andromeda muttered with a heavy sigh, "If that was anyone else, I'm 100% sure that they will only shout at me and walk away! You know, the world needs more people like you!" Andromeda mumbled, letting out a small laugh at her own words, "My words just sounded so ridiculous. My apologies." 
          
          She accepted the cacti from the lad's hand, "Thank you again! But really, I don't know where I shall keep this cacti? I can't just place this inside my bag.." She muttered, staring at the plant in her palms. 
          
          "Oh, my bad! I have yet to introduce myself, have I? I'm Andromeda Aisley, pleased to make your acquiantance!" A small smile crept on her lips, offering the lad an enthusiastic handshake with her free hand. 

Anastasia raises an eyebrow, mirroring how you folded you arms, her right hand still have the bottle. "You deserved 10 hits, be thankful I only gave you 2" She mumbled, giving your bottle afterwards.

Just as soon as I stepped my foot in front of the gates, the night had also came. It did turned red. Red like a chain of smoked salmon roe, the ambience it gave was seldom I had never felt before. As I entered the vessel towards the school, my lips moved akin to the wind, humming an original song I wrote, 'Ashita No Yume' (Tomorrow's Dream), sung like an anthem.
          
          My guts are telling me to stop, ran and never go back yet I opposed. I felt an energy rising within, misery before its time had come. The unfolding of a great journey ahead. It was deemed as if watching a sentimental-thriller Japanese television series, or an amped up anime—the passion of youth or something like that.
          
          Something that I would usually watch happen to someone else, but yet it was so close, intimate, the Soul churning in my chest, and at the same time, all around. It deemed like a fresh feeling; though it isn't the first time I had been scared. Fear was always present.
          
          Stepping into the land itself, there was darkness, the silence and the solitude my convictions were heightened, and reality was no object. I drew my gazed onto my back, the trees lit from below in pale greenish white stood in rows, stoic, enigmas, like hooded cultists observing a ritual in which I composed the center.
          
          Fear immediately overwhelmed me once a hand slide onto my shoulder, and I slowly turned my gazed back. My screams were displayed in agony then soon processed they're a student. Red cascaded upwards, filling the vessels onto my cheeks; flushing red as I lowered my gaze. "S-sorry..." 

OFFLINE : 11:24PM
          ━ TYPIST( オペレーター).
          WILL BE AWAY DUE TO 
          SCHOOL ACTIVITIES, 
          UNSURE WHEN WILL 
          COME BACK.

"walang tulugan ganon dejk." biro nito. "uhm call me hikari but anything will be fine." nakangiting sabi niya at inilahad ang kamay. 

( woii codead my peyborit, plotting tayo bukas? HAHAHAHAHAHA )

"are you sure? i mean, won't your dormmates be suspicious?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.