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( valiet )

              ❛  you sure 'bout that ?                          looks a little complicated t’me.  ❜

      ❝ Pff, yeah. I mean it can't be too hard, right ? ❞

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       ❝ Really. I got this. ❞

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( lambencies )

       ` ❥ ⁞ ——( 希望 )°

         ❛   huh ? oh — it’s called a keyblade.                        i’m still learning how to use it, though, so my

                                 skills are a little bit lacking at the moment.   ❜

        ❝ So, uhh... what does it... y'know-- open ? ❞

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( aethereums )

                                                                      ❝ friends.. ❞

          she repeats the word; it is FOREIGN on her tongue (the same way family is, peace) and she does not like the idea of it. but it is strange — she does not mind it when he is in the picture. in all ways this boy was exactly like her sister; he was persistent just as she, caring — he wanted to be there for her. they were traits ANNA possessed and for a moment (JUST A MOMENT), she takes into consideration. consideration into letting him in, letting anna in and mending her ways.

           she laughs, and although broken it is still a laugh. the storm nearly comes to an end. 

                      ❝ i hope — i hope you realize how much i am grateful for you, hiro. ❞

        ❝ Yeah... I mean, I thought so. ❞

& a tease plays at the bring of his teeth, lips motioning to the rhythm of sentence's syllables as a reassuring remark is brought about if only to ease at present's 'awkwardness'. While a heartfelt compliment as such may put his comfort to a test, unforeseen, he is accepting, CARING ( a trait learned only by the family that provides & once provided such unyielding support & affection ). A child sees, a child mimics & a child learns, putting earned trait to such test if only to apply skill to reality's scenarios. A brother's duty, his wish, he would live to carry out, even if such may lead to one's own FALL. 

Only a snicker of slight is erupted from his throat as voice proceeds its volumes. 

       ❝ Thanks, I'm... grateful for you too, Elsa. ❞

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bro i thought u were dead.... bro.... what...

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           ＂ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ FREEDOM                             ɪsɴ’ᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ REGRET. ＂

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          ❝ Wait, w-wait, LOOK OUT, THAT'S MY -- ! ❞

                                 -- CRASH.

Feline creature, not meant to depart but few feet from ground's surface, goes flying into the atmosphere, each paw accessorized with personalized hover-boots. An experiment, fine as it proceeded starting point, turns into what one would deem a disaster, & furry animal goes flying into an individual in which he shares no previous happenings -- a complete & total stranger. 

         ❝ Cat... ❞

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           ❝ Do you... know what we're doing -- ? ❞

Tongue clicks, forming words behind lips in movement as speech is processed through setting's surroundings. A confusion so foreign to even himself, & nervousness would become of his language as he cannot help but over-hear the RUMORS which spread so mercilessly, if only about the one in whom he speaks with. 

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            ❝ Sorry -- sorry ! ❞

& only seconds previously would he have let object, such as a tool, slip from between fingers' grasp, and fail to stop what would deem itself inevitable. An embarrassing tragedy would fall upon his shoulders as his own instruments would fall in placement of another's foot as his own size had struggled so mercilessly to keep hold of so many such items. 

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          ❝ You've been standing there awhile. ❞

An obvious accusation is made, yet it is not one that would halt so suddenly, but rather, it is one that leaves another half, missing, waiting to be spoken, stilled with slight worry-- a troubled glance is bestowed upon another's appearance. 

          ❝ You lost or something ? ❞

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( contribate )

     haunting whispers of past transgressions and a series of false motives to tie him down to who he currently is; full of light to contradict the relayed passage and so full of sparked remembrance. he is a selected band.

              ❛ i think you can help.

            ❝ Hey, I'm here, aren't I ? ❞

A tone in which voice proceeds leads a path of what one would describe welcoming. Playful, yet genuine, he desires not to fool or be fooled, but only to offer what sort of assistance may be of current need. A wish of his brother's, now made his own, he will live out what another could not. 

           ❝ What's up ? ❞

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like for a starter !! 

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             ❝ Sh-- She's gone... ❞

Tones reveal the worry and tremor that dwells beneath the bronze that coats matching irises as if to obscure them from the trouble they have been exposed to in such previous moments of troubled past. Fear: something each & ever soldier held within their heart, if not the STRONGEST of them all. A mere human cannot help but tremble at the footsteps of a giant. 

Born witness to that of DEATH that has stripped an officer of position, help, life, he cannot help but quake within the uniform that stands for such justice. One who has been through such as he should have learned the price-- one, such as he, should have learned to value justice higher than mercy. 

            ❝ Where... Where do we go -- 

                     Th--that thing, it's -- it's still -- ! ❞

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you're a piece of trash xoxo

how. fucking. dare. you. 

fite me to the end

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can I call baymax 2.0 super 500 max??

sounds... nice...

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