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[ambiteaux-blog]

hxmon replied to your post://internal screaming

trust me im LITERAL garbage

N O shush friend

you are perf

[unfinites-blog]

hxmon

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kyoxya

"Hoh, shit."

Mugen likes shiny things. He likes the way they reflect off the sunlight, and the way they always seem to represent something valuable. Anything valuable is something he deserves to steal--the keyword there being deserves, and not any other useless adjective like 'wants'. Poor people should have whatever the hell they want. Mugen fails to understand that by that logic, the poor would become the rich and vice-versa.

Anyway, what matters is that the thing that person's got there sure is shiny, and he can see it aaaaaaall the way from where he stands at the other end of the path they're on.

And he wants it.

Mugen calmly approaches them, trying to look cool as he bends a little to see what they've got in their hands. "The hell's that thing?"

Personal space? He doesn't know the meaning of the word.