Jul 25, 2015
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▷ Now it wasn’t everyday that he got to run into someone that looked so much like he did. In fact, it was terribly bizarre and confusing. “Whoa-- Who in the world are you?”
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childrenofdancers
▷ Now it wasn’t everyday that he got to run into someone that looked so much like he did. In fact, it was terribly bizarre and confusing. “Whoa-- Who in the world are you?”
MORGAN CONFUSION!
“Do you need something Inigo?” The boy was rather confused as to why the other had come along over to his tent. Then again, he was sharing this one with his not sister, yet twin at the same time. Maybe it could have been about that.
“Don’t mind him Inigo. He won’t leave and he doesn’t know his place.” She said, offering him a glare. “But really, were you needing something? And sorry for missing your offer to spend time with you guys on our birthday.”
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“W-What? No way, how dare he go to a brothel before I do-- and you’re acting as if it’s a regular occurrence! That pisses me off for some reason.” Inigo cried, his lips expressing a childish pout. “But I’ll find him for you, Morgan... he shouldn’t just ditch his job like that...” Was Morgan even aware that her brother is paid to look after her? Well, Inigo better pass the pay over to him when he comes back.
Curiousity abounded when it came to learning about his children and the future.
Although the latter was bleak, there were probably better times before that.
“So, what am I like in the future-- if you don’t mind me asking?”
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“Other me!” Inigo declared, placing an arm around his other self’s shoulder. “Just the person I wanted to see!”
“So... uh, you were a mercenary once too, right?” He questioned, lowering his gaze to focus primarily on his own pocket. “So... you see... do you have any favorite employers? I seem to be in a bit of a pickle right now. And I hate pickles.”
And at that, the male produced the light-weight wallet from his pocket, and exposed its contents to the other Inigo. In the leather wallet of his, one could only discern one lone picture of his mother hidden away in one of the slots. “See how depressing this is? Help me.”
"Not-Brother, have you seen my Actual-Brother? I can't find him anywhere."
“Eh, Not-Sister?” Inigo questioned, sparing a glance at Morgan. She looked a bit distressed, which he totally understood– especially knowing that she couldn’t find her real brother. “Geez, where did that Inigo go?”
“No worries, I’ll help you find him! If he’s anything like me, I think I might have a good idea of where he’s hiding.” Inigo didn’t consider the fact that Morgan’s brother was probably a lot more different than he was.
♡ :Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.
♡ :Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.
Inigo is all about flowers, so naturally his love for them stemmed from their scent. He’s been surrounded by its aroma, considering his mother always had some sort of fragrance on her since she wore some perfume.
Not sure if that counts as a memory, haha.