"Living and dying isn't the real issue. If you cling to being alive, you become frightened and your eyes get clouded. If you don't have that desire to begin with, you can fight on, right to the end of the world."
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♕—} To be quite frank the blonde had no idea at all where she was, and to be in quite a shady place she’d be lying if she said she was the least be on edge. New places, unknown people always made for a shady combo, though luckily for her she found at least some decent looking place.
“Ehh?” It startled her a little, the females voice but her heart soon settled, though her cautiousness raised when she noticed the uhh, not so hidden weapons on her side. “I’m not looking for a babysitter though.”
|| /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿—;; “— And a wiseass to boot.”
Ochre hues bored into the other’s youthful features, thoroughly unamused – irritated, even. A cigarette pack was produced with a flourish, beginning to shake and pat the carton against her open opposite palm as she addressed the blonde once more.
“Of all the shitty buildings in all the shitty towns in all the shitty world, you walked into ours. Why’s that? Somethin’ scream trustworthy about this shithole to you?”
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