Sent to Kill, Stayed to Love
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Thread Topic: Sent to Kill, Stayed to Love
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"i've been training for about a year now, so i at least know the basics." Akira says. "and it didn't sound sarcastic." she smiles.
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Brook chuckled. “That’s good, then. And wow, I can’t imagine training for a whole year.” He got an almost faraway look in his eyes. “My father would never let me.” Coming back to reality, Brook said, “I probably couldn’t survive it anyways—I’m terrible at any sort of combat, haha.”
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"My father at least lets me do this. As I said, he's set in the old ways, so it was a bit of a shock when he suggested I do train in my free time. I suppose it was just a way to keep me out of his way while he did his things." Akira shrugs.
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“That makes sense,” Brook said. “But either way, it’s practical and useful. So I probably don’t want to get on your bad side.”
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Akira smirks. "no you do not." she says. "ever since i started my mother's been avoiding me a little. but enough about me. let's talk about you."
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Brook blinked. “Well… there’s not that much about me that’s interesting.”
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"are you sure? we all have something about us that is interesting." Alina says.
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“Oh… well, I suppose I like to explore things. And sing, when I can. But that’s about it.” He shrugged apologetically.
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"sing? what kind of songs do you sing?" she asks, curious.
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“Oh… mostly old songs, but whatever I can find I also try to pick up,” he said, a little shyly.
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"could you sing for me sometime?" Alina asks, in awe. "i mean... if you ever want to hang out again...?" she sheepishly continues.
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“Oh, I so want to hang out with you again!” he said enthusiastically. “You’re, like, the coolest person I’ve met here.”
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Alina laughs. "you're really cool too." she says. unusually, a pit of guilt grew in her stomach that this was her target. Her phone, hidden in her pocket in her short dress, signaling it was time to return to HQ. "it is getting late, isn't it? i'd better get going before my Mother starts worrying." Alina sighs. her face brightens as she gets an idea. she pulls a piece of paper and pen out of her small clutch she's been carrying, writing a sequence of numbers on it. "here, my number. we can text each other about the next time we meet up." she explains, giving it to him.
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(her phone buzzed* my mind's forgetting to write things now-)
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