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Dorian was merely wandering the grounds, hands wedged in his pockets and a cigarette held tightly between his lips. That was, before bright blue hues fluttered upwards to catch a familiar face, and a sadistic grin arose upon the corner of his lips. “I’m surprised trash like you would be wandering around in public, what with a face like that. You’ll scare away the innocent children. And here I thought you were supposed to attract an audience.”










