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W e p a i n t w h i t e r o s e s r e d
E a c h s h a d e f r o m a d i f f e r e n t p e r s o n s h e a d
The green haired boy walked off the train, hair braided and resting on his shoulder. Ducking under the doorway, and stepping onto the ground he started to walk. He probably would've been here with his usual companion, but she said something about training or something like that. Some time alone away from his elder was fine with him, he didn't always want to be around her. All the pureness and innocent from the teen was almost hurting his eyes as much as the sun did. To prevent his eyes from getting hurt from the light, sunglasses covered his blue/green eyes, and to add to that a nice black cap that covered his face with a nice dark shadow. Hearing other people get of the train he instinctively put his hand in his pocket, and started to fiddle around with the switchblade in his pocket. Though he was walking away from everybody, so there was no way people would interact with him. I mean he was over six feet tall and wore all black, not usually the approachable type. He stuffed his other hand in his other pocket and dropped his posture, his face watching the ground as he walked the pathway towards his destination. He kept his other senses peeled, though this was normal for him, an assassin, he was constantly on guard. The sun heated him up fast, attracted to the color that he most commonly wore, cicadas chirped, practically saying that it was summer. Who knows if it actually was, sometime spring and fall were like this, and he didn't commonly keep up with dates, they weren't important to him.
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W o r d C o u n t: 272
