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[earnestxtwintails]

Truth - Do you really hate your papa?

Of course, this question would be asked. The meisters' eyes downcast to the floor, the question swimming in her mind. She was sure if she said the first thing that came to mind, she'd feel guilty. Yet, she couldn't completely let go of the hostility she held toward him. 

"... No. Not entirely. I can't. Y-you're my papa... and even though what you did to me and mama is unforgivable... I can't completely hate you." 

[staff-meister-miley]

@albarndeath

Miley was feeling good today. She told Mason she was going for a walk. She preferred walking then doing runs or exercise. She didn't like feeling rushed or having to race against time. She would rather walk and be able to chat with someone she knew then have to take off like a bullet. It was early evening so the sky was covered dyed dark blues and purples, you could partly make out the sun's yellow rays. She entered the heart of the city and that was when she noticed a very familiar redhead. “Hey Spirit!” She called. She chatted with the Deathscythe a few times before and gotten along with him pretty well.