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[thecircusfreaks]

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“Welcome, my name is Fritz and I’ll be taking care of you during your stay.” The private island was build to be a resort for the rich and famous but due to a competition and a random lottery, a lucky winner was now brought to the exotic island. “Let me take your luggage and I will show you to your apartment.” 

[mxltitude-blog]

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Looking at her phone, Margarita sighed when she noticed the time reading on the screen. It was late, and while the kids were asleep, she would rather be there with them in case of emergency. Instead she had to wander the streets and wonder what was so important that the shop had nudged her to do so. Running a hand through her hair, she dropped her phone back into her pocket and blinked in surprise when she saw a silhouette in the distance. “Hello?”

[thecircusfreaks]

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Zardak was staring up at the old tree, it was dying, that much was clear yet it still brought a look of sadness to his face. The mage rested his palm on the tree for a brief moment before pulling back. “I’m sorry old friend...” He murmured softly.

[thecircusfreaks]

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“Sorry, didn’t mean to come across as an ass there, I’m just in a bad mood.” Vain would apologize as he had just been glaring after the two bumped their shoulders into one another. “Did I hurt you? I was storming through quite a bit, pretty cool you didn’t fell over, I like people who stand strong on their feet but that’s just a side note.” 

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There was a fresh hand print on his cheek as he rounded the corner into an alleyway, deciding to take a shortcut home. As usual, Ataru Moroboshi had been girl-hunting and had ended up without a single address and phone number, just the usual slap in the face. “Ah well, better luck next time,” he mumbled, running his fingers through his brown hair as he walked. It was nearing evening, and his folks were probably worried about him since he usually didn’t stay out late unless he was with another person. In this particular case, he had completely lost track of time, mostly because a certain green-haired oni wasn’t there to end his charade this time. As he was nearing his neighborhood, he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following him. Ataru just assumed it was his imagination since he was the type of person who was easily spooked.