I've Gathered The Most Beautiful Things For You

☀ In other words, whatever you see is the one true reality. In a world where everyone is mad, no one is strange and everyone is sane. Do you understand? ☀

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case #1 how to make a scene

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Hold on a second… Was this guy trying to say that he wasn’t a good person? But that was impossible! Bossun was the main character! He was the chief of a club that was made for the sole purpose of helping others! Was he really a bad guy for thinking that Switch and Himeko were irreplaceable? No. No, no, this guy just didn’t understand. There was no way that Bossun’s pure maiden heart could be anything but snow white!! He was so distraught by all of this that he’d ended up putting a stop to his crying. Bossun sat up and rubbed the remaining tears away with the back of his hand.

“Now, look here, you—”

And then all of a sudden, the haughty teacher was shoved and falling right towards Bossun.

“DWAAAAAGGHHHHHHHH!!!”

The collision was far greater than Bossun expected as a comically huge dust cloud formed upon the impact. His body ached from the force of contact, but that honestly wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was that by sheer coincidence that could only be found in a shoujo manga, the two of them were kissing. Lips firmly pressed against one another. Bossun couldn’t even verbally scream, though there was a rather impressive stream of vowels running through his head. 

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Even though what he was doing was wrong to a certain extent, which he didn't care about since he was just stating what the other was saying. How no one was good enough to be his friends, since he did say those words but in a different sentence. He was a father picky male wasn't he? But that wasn't the point, that didn't matter at the moment from what he was going through right now was a crisis. The most important thing right now was where his lips were planted, what they were pressed against, this wasn't the same of what he did. Sure he locked deals with a kiss but he would be damned, if he could be damned this kiss would mean anything. As of now, Apollo was eternally screaming and his reactions somewhat slow as he tried to pinpoint his mind at what was going on.

No, it was worse. A breeze from an open window a little ways over had allowed fluttering cherry blossoms to land in their area. Now this was ridiculous! Pushing himself away and his face flushed, not from the kiss but from his high irritation, the God turned away in mid float to wipe his mouth.

❝No one told you to lay your disgusting mouth on mine, I give you a piece of my time and you take a kiss from me. You thief.❞ No, this couldn't have happened, he didn't know anyone could be as worse as Heinz, why did he always kiss the most different of people. It was nothing but a kid who was a pathetic baby that he had placed his godly lips on, he couldn't even fathom what had happened. With his feet touching the ground since hovering was useless, he couldn't concentrate enough to keep his usual way of travel going.❝Yuusuke, how dare you. Who do you think you are!?❞ There was more things he wanted to say but since he couldn't say them, they would have been a lie and lies weren't anything he could speak. This was going to be the last time he ever helped a student, if this what he got from being nice. That generosity act was too much to do.

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☀ it's gettin` hot in here so take off all your clothes

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Oh. Well Pico wasn’t expecting the teacher to ask about the adult games in particular. Actually, he kinda hoped he never mentioned anything. Talking about those games is almost as embarrassing as having someone watch him during. Oh dear. He shakes his head and blushes a deep red.

“I-it’s nothing… I misspoke! I’m terribly sorry!”

Besides. If Pico told who taught him the games, Mokkun might get in trouble! He wouldn’t want that at all. So it’s best that they just forget the games were ever mentioned and move on.

“S-so what you said about my clothes… did you mean it~? Usually I am able to pass for a girl around town, so it’s never a problem. Mokkun even thought I was a girl at first~! He said he was surprised when he saw that I—”

He almost misspoke again. Pico blushes again, less obviously, and turns away.

“When he saw that I pee standing up…”

He looks up when he feels his face calm down and smiles.

“I think that’s great that I’ll be able to be myself~!”

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❝I could learn about what you misinterpreted but it's truly none of my business. Since you've told me that it's nothing, I'll listen to that.❞ Either way, Apollo wouldn't have said anything if he learned about it or not, it was none of his concern since all he cared about was himself and a certain few others. Looking back at the other as he spoke again, he nodded his head once more to show that he did mean it. He could never tell a lie, he wasn't able to. They wouldn't come from his mouth, the words that he wanted to speak would forever be stuck in his throat.

Oh. Was it truly like that when he learned a discovery, well people would be confused unless they held confirmation and that was probably all that `Mokkun` had to know. ❝It must have been a shock to him but I'm sure that he got over it.. mm.❞ Everyone must adjust to things because either way, there would be no way for them to run from it. And as he spoke about this fellow was as if they didn't split ways by the sound of his voice. ❝Yes, be yourself and no one else. There is only one of you.❞

[justgoggleit]

case #1 how to make a scene

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What… just what was this guy trying to ask of him?! Bossun couldn’t wrap his head around it; in fact, he was sure that even if his senses weren’t diluted with the aftereffects of a good cry that he wouldn’t be able to understand. Regardless, the teen took the offered cloth, not noticing that it had just been magicked into existence, and blew his nose like a snot filled trumpet. That helped a bit, but newly born tears quickly came to take its place. By now an entire group of people were crowded around to watch this spectacle, but Bossun didn’t bother to acknowledge them. One could say it was impressive how not even a large number of people could deter him. 

“Yeah, I can make new friends. I can make new friends, but—!!” Bossun did his best to turn around to face the teacher, but this was proving to be a difficult feat when the aforementioned teacher was sitting on his back. He did what he could without turning himself into a pretzel. “It’s not the same! I can’t just replace my old friends, even if I made new friends we wouldn’t be the same great team!!! How can you be so heartless!!!!!”

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This was getting ridiculous  how could he still over react with so many people around practically laughing or taking pictures to possibly hang up to embarrass him more. Even Apollo was growing annoyed with the crowd, they only caused more problems and slowly as he sat on his throne-- the poor soul under him-- he crossed his legs and awaited a voice. Any little comment the other could give to talk why he was being nothing but a huge child. As the cloth was taken which he was proud the younger had common sense to use it for that purpose had he believed he was going to stifle that sadness. Yet, to his dismay was he not given that as the other tried his best to face the redhead. ❝Yes, you can make new friends. I don't doubt that you ca--❞

Though no, no, he had truly argued with Apollo rather in a defensive way of his old friends. Stating that it wouldn't be the same great team, how cruel. Which Apollo though he could dig his finger into deep wound and reopen the scars, how selfish. ❝Are you saying that no one out here, all these people crowded around us can be added into your team and be just as great?❞ Removing himself from the male to hover over him, extending a hand to all the students around. ❝That's-- that's truly selfish. Did you know. Even saying I have no heart is quite crude because alas, I left my heart. I doubt it's even there anymore.❞ A hand placed over his chest where the organ would be. Closing his eyes acting as if it truly pained him. In reality he didn't care, as he leaned down to grab the male to pull him up to his feet, the God moved back a bit.

❝Me heartless.. but what about you?❞ Nailed it. Though as he tried to make him feel even worse for himself had a student collided right into the God, knocking him right into Bossun which he REALLY regretted. Arms had opened and were now around the student as if he was hugging him. Oh no. Why did students have to do so much? Speechless and having no words had Apollo hovered there, trying to take in what just happened before taking notice of where his arms were and how close he was to the kid. If he was lucky, he could pull away without getting his snotty mitts on his person.

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EB: /wander around 'not washington'

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[ Oh. John paused, not quite expecting a… well, male voice to come from the other as he approached. Well, to each their own, I guess. ]

 ❝Um, I can probably find the room, if you’d just point me in the general direction?❞

[ While he wouldn’t admit it aloud, the musician felt a bit uncomfortable in the other’s presence. What’s the word again – haughty? Satisfied with his description of the other, he nodded to himself. Hopefully this guy’d be willing to help him out. ]

 ❝Delivering something sounds about right!❞

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❝Are you sure, you'd probably get lost on your way there. This school is like a maze when finding things.❞ If only he could tell why such a mediocre look was placed on the other's face, bewilderment the cause or what. Apollo wasn't all fancying it either. Hesitantly the redhead slowly hovered a few inches away from the other before giving something of a small sigh.

❝Might I ask what it is you're delivering, you're not a student trying to place an idiotic prank in a room are you?❞ He could have been a Teacher as well, but asking either one of them would have gave him a definite answer of how to go about such an ordeal. It wasn't everyday a good student did something charitable with giving a box to a room so he was possibly apart of the staff returning something like he stated before.

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case #1 how to make a scene

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Sad as it was to admit, but Bossun had missed most of the pointing and jeering and teasing that the student body gathering around him were offering. Along that same vein, he didn’t hear a teacher berating him until his poor, crying back was sat upon. But while even that couldn’t stop his tears, it did lower it down from full on bawling to mild blubbering. Baby steps!!

“M… my friends are gone and… and I-I-I’m alllllll alone… My… dynamic tres is j-just a dynamic u-uno now!!” The club chief sniffed as much of his snot as he could so that it wouldn’t run down his beautiful face. Take pity on him, Bossun was so distressed at the loss of his friends that he didn’t even care that an adult was sitting on him. He couldn’t even be bothered to try and tsukkomi it (how could he when his groups tsukkomi was no where to be found??!?). 

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❝... Was it even dynamic to begin with?❞ He wasn't going to lie, which he couldn't but the other was sputtering nonsense about how he was alone. It was easy to tell, he must have been one of those few who needed to be around others to feel comfortable with himself. This was something he probably shouldn't try to dwell into, but the redhead gave patience and decided to stay where he was since he was comfortable the way he was sitting. ❝You aren't alone, have you not noticed all the people that reside here in Tancho. Your `dynamic uno` is now a dynamic `how many people go to this school's` number.❞ Was that actually snot coming from his nose, oh yes of course.. it was.

❝How old are you, I know you aren't that young to understand that tears aren't going to help you pass any classes. So how about you stand up and..❞ He shouldn't use his powers for everything, but seconds later had a cloth appeared in his hand just for the poor sucker under him. He would have to clean his face or people would continue to laugh and pick at him, not like Apollo cared but he was already deep into the situation when he checked what was the matter. ❝Go make a few new friends, if that'll make it any better. Add two more and you can be that `tres` or whatever you want to call it.❞

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case #1 how to make a scene

Alone. He was alone again. Despite being in the midst of the ongoing traffic of students hurrying on to their lunch spots, Bossun had never felt so alone. Without his otaku and yankee sidekicks by his side, the young leader had found himself at a crossroads between crying grossly and attempting to hold it in before crying grossly. He had to flatter himself for going with the second route. But of course, he had no other option except to take the second one. Bossun was a main character after all, he had a responsibility to be… cool… and… t..oug…h…

He had to…—

Bossun frantically shook his head, forcing his train of thought to come to a halt. The best thing to do in this situation was to clear his head and think of something new. At that moment, Bossun’s inner mind theater opened up.

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Apollo had numerous options before him, he could grade the papers of what his students turned in-- lack there of or play around with Ganymede just like old times. But of the options sounded quite great to him and as much as he wanted to do one, he had to stay in the Teacher's Lounge to try his best in efforts to meet with other Teachers. Not even sitting down like others, he continued to float in the air as he held a sheet of paper within his hands. It was nothing but a list of various things he would have to teach his classes later in the year. It wasn't even tempting to try because if he gained any work like Pico's again, he would have to regret and put down his job for another. Poetry was all he heard his entire time as gifts from the humans, and yet, what he was given by that young boy was.. not a gift.

Seeing a table nearby, the Sun God made his way over to take a seat right upon it. Using a chair would have been much better, but he only used it to prop his feet up without touching the ground. Flipping the page to get a beter understanding of what else was there to teach, he was startled by the abrupt yelling clouding through the halls. A few snickers made here and there and students passed by the Lounge's door with laughter and stating that some boy was `doing too much`. Doing too much? Whatever could a human do.. so much of?

Some teachers ignored it and continued what they were doing but Apollo was curious and with that, the redhead slowly made his way out of the room wondering whatever could be causing such a scene. Sometimes, Apollo would like to make himself believe that humans could do better for themselves but how wrong he was.

The sound of embarrassment was coming from a young boy on the floor, a puddle of tears under him. Who could ever excess that amount if they weren't Poseidon? Be it as it may, Apollo could only stare at the sight, was it dead, hopefully it was dead, but alas no, it was alive and still moving. The school couldn't had done this to themselves and allow someone like this in. ❝Certainly you must have an excuse of why you're causing such a panic? Oh yes, I'm speaking to you kid upon the floor as if bed of being tired. I know you can hear me.❞

Hovering himself down a bit so he could sit on the student, the God looked over to the male's face before waving a hand. He wasn't one of the beautiful set of people but.. You know, there wasn't a but about this. ❝Dare I ask, what has possessed you?❞

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EB: /wander around 'not washington'

[ John took another sip of his coffee before glancing at the classrooms he passed by. Dark brows furrowed together as the room numbers all slowly meshed together, causing the young man to bump his glasses up with the rim of his cup. I should have gotten a double shot. ]

 ❝If I could just find someone…❞

[ Bingo! Spotting someone, the instructor sped up a bit as he walked towards them, the box of materials he was carrying carefully tucked back under his arm with his free hand. ]

 ❝‘ey, pardon! You wouldn’t happen to know where the music department is, would you?❞

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Apollo could only read the papers that were given to him with all his students names, he was to learn them all if he was to teach any of them. It wasn't such a long list but ultimately, it would do. He held no complaints on the matter as his emerald hues scanned a name once, and then twice before folding up the paper. His time to himself was then taken away as he heard a voice directed towards him, who would dare bother a God in such a manner? Although, he shouldn't become too hard on the male since he did stated a `pardon` in his words.

Upon the question, the redhead didn't believe it would be too hard to find that one general department. If one would follow the loud noise that always echoed through the hall, he would be there soon enough. But since that didn't seem to be the way to go about finding things, Apollo opened his mouth and allow words to flow from them. ❝Of course, it would be quite something if I didn't. Do you need assistance finding a said room or just the hall in general?❞

A question that was possibly rhetorical, even so, he didn't mind. It wasn't as if he was stating that he would help the other find what he was searching for. Since that would all be too boring. ❝Or could you be returning something.❞ His eyes glanced at the box within the male's grip, whichever the excuse. Apollo was willing to listen.

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☀ it's gettin` hot in here so take off all your clothes

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“R-really~? You liked it~?”

Pico blushes at the compliment. He really likes it when people tell him how well he did; it makes him feel good. Right now he has a really strong urge to wrap his arms around his teacher and thank him, but he knows that not appropriate. Sometimes he would want to hug Mokkun really hard in the middle of town to show how much he loved him, but Mokkun would tell him it wasn’t the time because there were too many people. Maybe if they end up in an empty hallway or something Pico could express his gratitude! But for now, he bows slightly out of respect.

“Thank you, sensei… I will try my hardest to meet your standards~!”

When the man tells Pico to follow him, he immediately does so. He doesn’t know what tutelage means, but he’s pretty excited for the expanding vocabulary part! And then the teacher expresses interest in Pico, so he grins and swings his arms happily.

“My name is Pico~! I… don’t really know how to describe myself, but I think I’m pretty normal~! Even though I wear girl’s clothes, I’m a boy~! I like to play all sorts of games, like tag and swimming and things like that, but I also know some grown up games~!”

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❝It was appropriate.❞ Stating that to the other, Apollo didn't verbally say that he liked it. He'd heard many poems from the humans that would speak to him for the hopes that the sun would rise or hear about how they wanted their crops to grow. Gods were given sacrifices with those sour poems and none of them ever sufficed. With all those hard people's dedication that they placed into satisfying a God, did the other really believe he would like something. Maybe others would take the words into consideration but he had said what he though of it. Nothing by words filled his ears and again, that so called `dedication` was placed on the table. The young male was going to reach his standards.

Apollo's standards. They, those did no exist for no one could reach them. No, someone did but no one else would be able to. His evergreen hues glanced up at the sky above them, the blue sky laced with the white pillows of clouds that swam upon it. He was sure that the other male was following him but as he looked back, the brunette had bowed to him and thus began to quickly come right after the deity. A pause as he crossed his arms, he had nothing to say but if this was a sort of gift to him. He didn't like it all that much.

His job as a teacher didn't seem too hard as long as he helped the other in what was needed to be learn. Obviously he was going to teach him true poetry that would excite Artemis, if you will. Though he knew what that meant if anything could go to her stands, it would find his eventually. No, it would be his as well.

❝A common child, I see. It's no trivial matter if you wear clothes out your set gender. Though you may confuse people here, I doubt anyone will complain. Dare may I ask, what adult games do you seem to play. If anything, this could be interesting. Tell me now, quench my knowledge.❞

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“Are you so thickheaded that you don’t recognize sarcasm? Gods really are less than I once thought them t—” What on Earth was the other male doing? Were those his arms coming to rest around him?

“Apollo…” A low voice, “…I…still have my dagger. Remove yourself from me.” frickin creep.

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❝I took notice of your sarcasm, I know you aren't going deaf. Please at least, pay attention. You're rather good at that.❞ Hearing him speak so cruelly about the God's reminded him of his brother, he was able enough to speak against them and for that. Death was his punishment. Surely, Ganymede didn't want the same fate. Oh wait, he couldn't die.

❝And what will you do with that dagger? Stab me? Yourself. Please, go ahead. If you think that item will do any damage, you're certainly wrong. You hold so much pride in that useless thing because of your brother. It won't protect you.❞

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I will grant your wish

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Since Ganymede is back on earth doesn't this mean that he finally got to leave the garden? Where's your games now Apollo?

Ah yes, what a change in plans, certainly he never thought of something like this coming but either way. He would have to answer since the faceless was so keen on an answer, a pause. The redhead gave something of a slight chuckle. ❝Isn't that such a rhetorical question, ha, do you see a Garden around us, the endless sky filled with stars and all the beautiful things I've gave to him. That should answer your question. That was what he wanted to begin with, correct?❞

❝My games? Oh, whatever could you be speaking of? Honestly, they were only just actions.❞

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☀ it's gettin` hot in here so take off all your clothes

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Pico wiped his eyes when he felt the teacher tap his shoulder. Through glistening teary eyes, he spotted the other piece of paper that seemed to have magically appeared before him. He looks up at the redhead and tilts his head slightly. When he asks for another poem, he nods his head. Now he can use his sadness to make the poem better! And he’ll make sure to leave out all mention of his ochinchin, at least for now. He doesn’t understand why it’s inappropriate—Mokkun and Chico and Coco and him discuss their ochinchins in public a lot—but if it was, he’ll keep from mentioning it for now.

He grabs the paper again and starts to write.

My feelings feel like they shattered And my heart is broke in two Cuz despite my hopes, sensei hates what I wrote And so he made me redo

But now the sadness is over The river has dried too And I hope and pray that this poem’s okay ♥ I hope it affects you~ ♥

He hands the poem over to the professor with a shy smile on his face. He always gets embarrassed when sharing his feelings, especially with strangers.

“Is this better, sensei~?”

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Maybe it was too soon for him but thank whoever, the other had wrote something reasonable due to the sadness that had came up. The poem wasn't much of a 4/10, but it was good enough to become a 3.9/10. Folding it up to keep for future reference and to place within his grade book since who even uses computers, the male gave something of a light clap to applaud the other. ❝This will do, it's much more appreciated than your other. Keep up the improving work. So you're attending my Poetry class, well then, I expect homework to be turned in not late but before the set date of return. If I ever issue it. It will be synonymous to what you've just done based upon your feelings.❞

As much as he was already ready to give up on the child because of his first performance, the redhead decided against it. If he was lucky, he could probably have a gentle conversation with the other. A pause as a hand raised to his own lips, contemplating on his choices. Once he came to a conclusion, the Sun God looked back towards the other. ❝Come with me, we're going to expand your vocabulary into making decent poetry. Don't fall behind, I will not allow anyone taught with the tutelage under me to fall in failing grades.❞ The male thus floated to his articles of clothing which being that veil and retrieving his jewelry before donning it back on his person. ❝Now tell me about yourself.❞

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“Ah, yes, I beg forgiveness of you oh wretched god who took me from my home, oh vile creature who murdered my brother. You clearly deserve praise from the likes of I, who asked for none of those beautiful things from you!”

“Allow me to say that I’d sooner come in physical contact with you than plead for anything.”

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❝Are you finally seeing eye to eye with everything I've done, I hope those aren't nicknames because they don't suit me any.❞ Come on Gaynemede, don't be that way! The redhead floats right behind the other, wrapping his arms around his neck. ❝Are you telling me you didn't like what I gave you? Would you like me to take back all those things I gave to you.❞

❝Your sarcasm is one in the capacity of every living being, did you know that?❞

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“Creep! You are such a creep! Don’t even dare enter any rooms that I occupy in the building!!”

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❝A creep? Won't you ever call me something else more fitting. I bring you beautiful things and all you can call me is a `creep`. Shame, shame.❞

❝Well now, you could at least say `please`.❞

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gaynemede replied to your post: i meant to make that anonymous

please stay at least 5 paces away from me at all times

❝How could I do such a thing, I would miss toying with you.❞

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☀ it's gettin` hot in here so take off all your clothes

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Pico would’ve been impressed by the sudden fire powers—it was magic, after all—if it wasn’t for what immediately followed. The teacher immediately started to criticize the poetry without any care for his feelings! That was very mean, and he definitely didn’t want to have to put up with it. And he would’ve told the man off too, if it wasn’t for the tears quickly welling up in his eyes. He had to hold them in, had to be a big boy, or he might be teased.

“I-I’m sorry, sensei…”

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to disappoint you… I just—”

And then he had to cover his eyes with his arm to hide the fact that he was crying. Tiny, innocent whimpers fell from his lips and his eyes rained down his cheeks. His sensei is a meanie! He was just expressing his feelings!

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Why was she crying even, Apollo just couldn't let a poor excuse of a poem be given to him. Floating right behind the young brunette was where he once again, made a sheet of paper out from thin air. Tapping the female on her shoulder, once he was able to get her to turn around, the male handed over the sheet once more. He didn't have those feelings to care, well that's what he thought, but watching her fill up with sadness made the redhead almost laugh. He had to hold back a few bits or he would have made everything much worse.

❝Reading something like that wasn't wonderful at all, you only have yourself to blame. If you want to be forgiven,❞ not by him, but by he-- his.. own person, ❝Write something with more emotion, that was all child's play. Give me a 4/10 at least. It should not be that hard. If you think you can pass my class with something like before, you have another thing coming.❞ He wasn't being mean, but stating the facts. Was that so rude?

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i meant to make that anonymous

❝You never have to play the role of Anonym when around me, don't you know better?❞