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Intro. the Riots' headquarters was buzzing as always: metal creaking, voices echoing between graffitied walls and the constant smell of rust in the air.
Hideki was sitting on a pile of debris, slightly dangling his legs. Her purple hair contrasted with the gray surroundings, and her green eyes observed everything with an almost provocative calm. Beside him, thrown carelessly against a broken column, was Jabber, with that crooked smile that never promised anything good.
"You're too quiet" murmured Jabber, twirling a piece of metal between his fingers. "This is worrying."
Hideki just looked up. In his arms rested his dinosaur stuffed animal — apparently harmless, soft and even too cute for that place. But anyone who knew Hideki knew: it wasn't just a toy.
It was his very personal utensil. Until their master warns him; they would fight the janitors in 1 hour.
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@Hideki
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Intro. the Riots' headquarters was buzzing as always: metal creaking, voices echoing between graffitied walls and the constant smell of rust in the air.
Hideki was sitting on a pile of debris, slightly dangling his legs. Her purple hair contrasted with the gray surroundings, and her green eyes observed everything with an almost provocative calm. Beside him, thrown carelessly against a broken column, was Jabber, with that crooked smile that never promised anything good.
"You're too quiet" murmured Jabber, twirling a piece of metal between his fingers. "This is worrying."
Hideki just looked up. In his arms rested his dinosaur stuffed animal — apparently harmless, soft and even too cute for that place. But anyone who knew Hideki knew: it wasn't just a toy.
It was his very personal utensil. Until their master warns him; they would fight the janitors in 1 hour.
Gachakuta
@Hideki
Gachakuta