Ā Ā Ā Ā Itās not so much of him being unaware of his own aura, he had long figured out that it was dark. Not the prettiest of colors unlike all the other aura out there, of course, he knew that he should have kept it hidden. To avoid the possible chance of his sister popping up one day, to finally do the task that they were unsigned with.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā However, he did not find himself doing such a task ā- Only shrugging the possible of the chance ever happening, he doubts is sister would ever come here ( that was⦠Of course, heās guessed⦠) Yet, if there was one thing that kept him from keeping his aura out and about⦠It had to be unable to hear the voices of his own father anymore, even after his passing he still found a way to contact him at any time he saw fit.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Always insulting him,Ā criticizing him and having some sense of control over his body⦠But he wasnāt here. He hasnāt felt his presence at all during his time here, never hearing his voice or feeling any sense of pull happening along with him. Now he was alone, able to do anything that he wished at this point ( but why was it such a difficult task to do? )
Ā Ā Ā Ā And just like that, his attention had been drawn away from his thoughts and instead found themselves focusing. Usually, he ignored any attempted of those who dared to speak with him. Yet, he found himself unable to do that. Scarlet orbs locking eyes with the other whoās matched him, hand lightly gripping his wrist as he gently moved it away from his chest.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā You should really think of asking permission before touching somebody, otherwise, my name is Marx. Marx Morgan, out of all the people here. You seem to be the most interesting one⦠Of course, aside from my partner, that is.Ā ā
ā * ⦠Wrist being grabbed suddenly by the stranger, a smallĀ āohhā from him as he was grabbed. Ah yes ~ Some people didnāt like touched right ... ? Ah, he forgets sometimes ! He is used to people wanting to be touched by him, even if it was the slightest of touches so he forgets that normal people werenāt like that. He still kept a smile on his face though as he listened to the other man asked him what his name was. Marx morgan ... Interesting ~ Another new person, how interesting ! This place was filled with interesting and fun people. He could learn a lot here he felt like, since he does have a lot to learn still.
Ā Ā Ā ā Sorry, Marx-san, Iām from a place were people are rather touchy so Iām used to such things, Iāll refrain from touching you without asking, Fufu~n ā A simple apology and an explanation, though he was curious how he was so interesting to the other. Was it because of his eye like everyone else was curious about ? or perhaps that he could see auraās ... ? Or did marx see something else in him ? ā Though, Iām curious ~ How am I interesting to you ? I like knowing things ... So Iād like to know that too ~Ā ā
ā * ⦠No harm in asking, afterall ! He found Marx very interesting too. A soul like poison but it was still sweet, almost too trusting. Like candy you canāt stop eating ...Ā
Ā Ā Ā ā Silly me, Iām Cotton. I hope we can be friends, Marx-sanĀ ā