Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
“Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca meet this strange.” He says, tired of them already because they won’t answer “Who are you anyway, you can tell me that right? Come over, sit down.”
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
“Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca meet this strange.” He says, tired of them already because they won’t answer “Who are you anyway, you can tell me that right? Come over, sit down.”
“Nice to meet you Rebeca. You can call me Jack. That’s what most people call me. So Rebecca and Kenji, notice anything bizarre in the past few days?” Somehow he knows Kenji’s name
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
“Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca meet this strange.” He says, tired of them already because they won’t answer “Who are you anyway, you can tell me that right? Come over, sit down.”
“Nice to meet you Rebeca. You can call me Jack. That’s what most people call me. So Rebecca and Kenji, notice anything bizarre in the past few days?” Somehow he knows Kenji’s name
“Of course he knows my name, but yeah.” She nods along with his words, mainly trying to focus on finishing her meal before talking “Things have been kinda crazy, but that happens, I wasn’t going to question it, what is so special about the strange things Jack?”
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
“Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca meet this strange.” He says, tired of them already because they won’t answer “Who are you anyway, you can tell me that right? Come over, sit down.”
“Nice to meet you Rebeca. You can call me Jack. That’s what most people call me. So Rebecca and Kenji, notice anything bizarre in the past few days?” Somehow he knows Kenji’s name
“Of course he knows my name, but yeah.” She nods along with his words, mainly trying to focus on finishing her meal before talking “Things have been kinda crazy, but that happens, I wasn’t going to question it, what is so special about the strange things Jack?”
“Nothing in particular. Mind if I see the back of your hands? Just wanna check something.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
“Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca meet this strange.” He says, tired of them already because they won’t answer “Who are you anyway, you can tell me that right? Come over, sit down.”
“Nice to meet you Rebeca. You can call me Jack. That’s what most people call me. So Rebecca and Kenji, notice anything bizarre in the past few days?” Somehow he knows Kenji’s name
“Of course he knows my name, but yeah.” She nods along with his words, mainly trying to focus on finishing her meal before talking “Things have been kinda crazy, but that happens, I wasn’t going to question it, what is so special about the strange things Jack?”
“Nothing in particular. Mind if I see the back of your hands? Just wanna check something.”
He looks to the back of his hand, wondering what may be there, Rebecca does the same to see if anything is there.
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
“Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca meet this strange.” He says, tired of them already because they won’t answer “Who are you anyway, you can tell me that right? Come over, sit down.”
“Nice to meet you Rebeca. You can call me Jack. That’s what most people call me. So Rebecca and Kenji, notice anything bizarre in the past few days?” Somehow he knows Kenji’s name
“Of course he knows my name, but yeah.” She nods along with his words, mainly trying to focus on finishing her meal before talking “Things have been kinda crazy, but that happens, I wasn’t going to question it, what is so special about the strange things Jack?”
“Nothing in particular. Mind if I see the back of your hands? Just wanna check something.”
He looks to the back of his hand, wondering what may be there, Rebecca does the same to see if anything is there.
“No red tattoos, specifically in a shape with 3 divisions or something of that nature?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
“Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca meet this strange.” He says, tired of them already because they won’t answer “Who are you anyway, you can tell me that right? Come over, sit down.”
“Nice to meet you Rebeca. You can call me Jack. That’s what most people call me. So Rebecca and Kenji, notice anything bizarre in the past few days?” Somehow he knows Kenji’s name
“Of course he knows my name, but yeah.” She nods along with his words, mainly trying to focus on finishing her meal before talking “Things have been kinda crazy, but that happens, I wasn’t going to question it, what is so special about the strange things Jack?”
“Nothing in particular. Mind if I see the back of your hands? Just wanna check something.”
He looks to the back of his hand, wondering what may be there, Rebecca does the same to see if anything is there.
“No red tattoos, specifically in a shape with 3 divisions or something of that nature?”
Kenji puts his hand in his pocket, while Rebecca continues to eat, the back of her hand never facing them “Nope, better luck next time.”
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
“Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca meet this strange.” He says, tired of them already because they won’t answer “Who are you anyway, you can tell me that right? Come over, sit down.”
“Nice to meet you Rebeca. You can call me Jack. That’s what most people call me. So Rebecca and Kenji, notice anything bizarre in the past few days?” Somehow he knows Kenji’s name
“Of course he knows my name, but yeah.” She nods along with his words, mainly trying to focus on finishing her meal before talking “Things have been kinda crazy, but that happens, I wasn’t going to question it, what is so special about the strange things Jack?”
“Nothing in particular. Mind if I see the back of your hands? Just wanna check something.”
He looks to the back of his hand, wondering what may be there, Rebecca does the same to see if anything is there.
“No red tattoos, specifically in a shape with 3 divisions or something of that nature?”
Kenji puts his hand in his pocket, while Rebecca continues to eat, the back of her hand never facing them “Nope, better luck next time.”
“Hmmmmm.” Insight to try and sense a lie: 35 *If you’re curious to why there’s such a modifier, if you couldn’t already tell, this guy’s a servant*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
“Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca meet this strange.” He says, tired of them already because they won’t answer “Who are you anyway, you can tell me that right? Come over, sit down.”
“Nice to meet you Rebeca. You can call me Jack. That’s what most people call me. So Rebecca and Kenji, notice anything bizarre in the past few days?” Somehow he knows Kenji’s name
“Of course he knows my name, but yeah.” She nods along with his words, mainly trying to focus on finishing her meal before talking “Things have been kinda crazy, but that happens, I wasn’t going to question it, what is so special about the strange things Jack?”
“Nothing in particular. Mind if I see the back of your hands? Just wanna check something.”
He looks to the back of his hand, wondering what may be there, Rebecca does the same to see if anything is there.
“No red tattoos, specifically in a shape with 3 divisions or something of that nature?”
Kenji puts his hand in his pocket, while Rebecca continues to eat, the back of her hand never facing them “Nope, better luck next time.”
“Hmmmmm.” Insight to try and sense a lie: 35 *If you’re curious to why there’s such a modifier, if you couldn’t already tell, this guy’s a servant*
*Yeah that was obvious.*
They are both lying, and they want him to get closer, Kenji was probably going to beat the stuffing out of him for not explaining anything:
Kenji is grabbing some lunch with what would appear to be a friend of his, shorter than Kenji but she seems to be equally physically powerful. She is wearing clothes that far contrast with his bright red jacket and baggy pants, less attention grabbing than his, a simple workout crop top and pants. She seems to be older than him, though still young as far as anyone who doesn't know her age can tall, they are both enjoy some burgers, high in protein and carbs, likely to help with their next workout. No one can hear what they're talking about, but it's probably just friendly talk.
A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
“Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca meet this strange.” He says, tired of them already because they won’t answer “Who are you anyway, you can tell me that right? Come over, sit down.”
“Nice to meet you Rebeca. You can call me Jack. That’s what most people call me. So Rebecca and Kenji, notice anything bizarre in the past few days?” Somehow he knows Kenji’s name
“Of course he knows my name, but yeah.” She nods along with his words, mainly trying to focus on finishing her meal before talking “Things have been kinda crazy, but that happens, I wasn’t going to question it, what is so special about the strange things Jack?”
“Nothing in particular. Mind if I see the back of your hands? Just wanna check something.”
He looks to the back of his hand, wondering what may be there, Rebecca does the same to see if anything is there.
“No red tattoos, specifically in a shape with 3 divisions or something of that nature?”
Kenji puts his hand in his pocket, while Rebecca continues to eat, the back of her hand never facing them “Nope, better luck next time.”
“Hmmmmm.” Insight to try and sense a lie: 35 *If you’re curious to why there’s such a modifier, if you couldn’t already tell, this guy’s a servant*
*Yeah that was obvious.*
They are both lying, and they want him to get closer, Kenji was probably going to beat the stuffing out of him for not explaining anything:
“You’re lying through your teeth mate. And don’t think you’re free either lassie. I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that” he points to Kenji “You’re a Master” he then points to Rebecca “And you’re the Servant.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He smiles “And that’s about wrong, other way around.” He points to Rebecca “Master.” Points to himself “Servant. Now explain what you want from us, other than to watch me apparently.”
He smiles “And that’s about wrong, other way around.” He points to Rebecca “Master.” Points to himself “Servant. Now explain what you want from us, other than to watch me apparently.”
“Interesting. I’m just here to gather information. And since you’re not the Master, you’re not important to me anymore.” He stares down Rebecca “Tell me more about yourself, and maybe I won’t end up carving up that pretty little face of yours.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He smiles “And that’s about wrong, other way around.” He points to Rebecca “Master.” Points to himself “Servant. Now explain what you want from us, other than to watch me apparently.”
“Interesting. I’m just here to gather information. And since you’re not the Master, you’re not important to me anymore.” He stares down Rebecca “Tell me more about yourself, and maybe I won’t end up carving up that pretty little face of yours.”
She clasps her hands together, putting them on the table and softly smiling at them, her voice calm and steady “Please, threaten me again, Kenji hasn’t had a fight worth his time as of recent, and punching a hole through you might change that.” Kenji puts his jacket on his chair, cracking his knuckles.
He smiles “And that’s about wrong, other way around.” He points to Rebecca “Master.” Points to himself “Servant. Now explain what you want from us, other than to watch me apparently.”
“Interesting. I’m just here to gather information. And since you’re not the Master, you’re not important to me anymore.” He stares down Rebecca “Tell me more about yourself, and maybe I won’t end up carving up that pretty little face of yours.”
She clasps her hands together, putting them on the table and softly smiling at them, her voice calm and steady “Please, threaten me again, Kenji hasn’t had a fight worth his time as of recent, and punching a hole through you might change that.” Kenji puts his jacket on his chair, cracking his knuckles.
"Watching him try would be interesting. But you didn't answer my question." faster than she can realize, a knife hits the table, the jagged blade centimeters from her hand "I won't ask again lassie." Intimidation: 48 *Love me some expertise*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*And another 20. I think I've used up all my luck for the next year*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
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A man watches them. He wears a long coat and a wide brimmed hat. Something about his face makes a of, as you can never focus on it or make out any real details
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Kenji turns his head to them, leaning on their chair with his arms “Hey dude, you’re staring, why? Is there something you want to say?” He says, calm, just confused, the woman remains silently eating.
He picks up a book and opens it “Just tasked with watching you. Who’s your friend?” He points to the woman
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Tasked with watching me? While I’m enjoying my day? Who sent you?” The woman waves, a beautiful redhead with a bright smile.
“Yes. Still yes. Can’t tell you that. Who’s your friend.” His voice remains calm and even
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca meet this strange.” He says, tired of them already because they won’t answer “Who are you anyway, you can tell me that right? Come over, sit down.”
“Nice to meet you Rebeca. You can call me Jack. That’s what most people call me. So Rebecca and Kenji, notice anything bizarre in the past few days?” Somehow he knows Kenji’s name
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Of course he knows my name, but yeah.” She nods along with his words, mainly trying to focus on finishing her meal before talking “Things have been kinda crazy, but that happens, I wasn’t going to question it, what is so special about the strange things Jack?”
“Nothing in particular. Mind if I see the back of your hands? Just wanna check something.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He looks to the back of his hand, wondering what may be there, Rebecca does the same to see if anything is there.
“No red tattoos, specifically in a shape with 3 divisions or something of that nature?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Kenji puts his hand in his pocket, while Rebecca continues to eat, the back of her hand never facing them “Nope, better luck next time.”
“Hmmmmm.” Insight to try and sense a lie: 35 *If you’re curious to why there’s such a modifier, if you couldn’t already tell, this guy’s a servant*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Yeah that was obvious.*
They are both lying, and they want him to get closer, Kenji was probably going to beat the stuffing out of him for not explaining anything:
“You’re lying through your teeth mate. And don’t think you’re free either lassie. I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that” he points to Kenji “You’re a Master” he then points to Rebecca “And you’re the Servant.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Cut for Himy.*
He smiles “And that’s about wrong, other way around.” He points to Rebecca “Master.” Points to himself “Servant. Now explain what you want from us, other than to watch me apparently.”
“Interesting. I’m just here to gather information. And since you’re not the Master, you’re not important to me anymore.” He stares down Rebecca “Tell me more about yourself, and maybe I won’t end up carving up that pretty little face of yours.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
She clasps her hands together, putting them on the table and softly smiling at them, her voice calm and steady “Please, threaten me again, Kenji hasn’t had a fight worth his time as of recent, and punching a hole through you might change that.” Kenji puts his jacket on his chair, cracking his knuckles.
"Watching him try would be interesting. But you didn't answer my question." faster than she can realize, a knife hits the table, the jagged blade centimeters from her hand "I won't ask again lassie." Intimidation: 48 *Love me some expertise*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*And another 20. I think I've used up all my luck for the next year*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow