Mar 10, 2017
@blade0fdespair
“My strawberry parfait is missing from the fridge. You ate it, didn’t you!?!”
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@blade0fdespair
“My strawberry parfait is missing from the fridge. You ate it, didn’t you!?!”
@blade0fdespair
It felt like looking into a mirror. Placido stared, a piercing ruby gaze picking the other apart, little by little in an effort to find an imperfection with what appeared to be his double. Had Z-One made more than one of him? Did they have the same memories? The embodiment of despair shook his head and let out a small chuckle, carmine continuing to peer cautiously.
“𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚞𝚑... 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗?”
@blade0fdespair
“...Ƴσυ ℓσσк кιη∂α ℓσѕт, ησ σƒƒєηѕє.” The girl raised a brow, rolling on her skates to a stop beside the silver-haired male. He had been sitting there for some time now, not that she was suspicious or anything. He just seemed so out place, if she was going to be completely honest. Misato had spotted him from the coffee shop window when she was sitting there, eating her food. She raised the cup to her lips and took a few sips of the hot liquid, soft azure gaze focused intently on him. Lowering the drink, she sighed softly and brushed the hair from her eyes. “Ɗι∂ уσυ ηєє∂ ∂ιяєcтισηѕ σя ѕσмєтнιηg?”