Jan 26, 2016
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“Give that man his wallet back..!”
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[@rinabow liked for a teeny weeny starter]
“Give that man his wallet back..!”
@cloudtonfa
Ren stared at the unknown text messages she just received. Well hell. Whatever. To Unknown: [text]…Have fun with the body. Don’t know who this is but good bye. [Text]also… hunting me down would be a mistake I suggest you don’t make, killer-san.
Meeting the Vongola
[@naturalborn-hitman] [Here’s our starter. XD]
Tender steps and silence shook the air. Or so she wished. Rather the halls were bustling with students. Ren side stepped out of the way, dodging easily through the masses, having practice as a child herself. Step, step, dodge, turn, now forward. Over and over this stupid thing repeated orders in her head for her to swiftly follow. It was her own conscious.
The halls thinned easily after a bit, students filing into classrooms. Ren was left with a relaxed posture at the sudden room to breathe. At least... that was until she bumped into someone. Hazy gold hair fell over her face as she stumbled back a few steps. “Ah- sorry.” Her Italian accent was prominent in her tone. “I wasn’t paying attention.” Her pale green gaze slowly lifted. Damn he’s tall... At least over a half a foot taller than her. “I’m Ren... Ren Evans.”
Before the war, the deaths I caused meant nothing, because it helped my family back home. But now, they mean everything because everyone is dead.
Ren Evans, age 28, KHR TYL (Via @rensake)