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Schuldig had taken me out for a walk. He told me it was unhealthy to spend so much time in front of a computer and away from the human world. But the world bored me. There was nothing interesting happening; well, the world also gave me a headache. You'd be surprised by how many mentally unstable people there are out in the world.
Recently I had been forced to endure the tortures of glasses. Crawford refused to let me get contacts stating that if one fell out of my eye during an assassination there would be trouble. I still didn't quite understand that, considering that if I broke my glasses it would cause even more problems. I decided not to ask him and just wear the stupid things. They made me look like a nerd...
"They make you look like an intellectual," Schuldig said with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes and kept walking. I didn't understand why Schuldig was so intent on going out that day. He dragged me off of my computer when I asked him if we could go tomorrow. Stupid annoying bastard...
I was Schuldig's favorite to play with. I still wasn't able to completely block myself from him at all times. Well, since he was the only one who could help me set up these barriers it made sense. For some reason he thought of my mind as the most fun. I thought he would enjoy going in Farfello's more, personally, but maybe he got lost in it like I did.
"It's your anniversary," Schuldig stated. "You died a year ago."
"Oh did I, now?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.
"To the world you died, anyway. It's only proper that you visit your burial site to celebrate, isn't it?"
"I suppose," I replied with a shrug.
We continued walking in silence until we reached a large black gate that had a white arc above it. I stared up at the white brick arc for a moment until I turned my gaze to one of the graves near the front.
There was a teenage boy kneeling down by it as he let the snow cover him. He wasn't appropriately dressed for the weather and it caused me to roll my eyes. You'd think people would learn to wear more then a sleeveless-turtleneck in the snow. I shrugged again and waited for Schuldig to show me where my grave was.
Schuldig had taken me out for a walk. He told me it was unhealthy to spend so much time in front of a computer and away from the human world. But the world bored me. There was nothing interesting happening; well, the world also gave me a headache. You'd be surprised by how many mentally unstable people there are out in the world.
Recently I had been forced to endure the tortures of glasses. Crawford refused to let me get contacts stating that if one fell out of my eye during an assassination there would be trouble. I still didn't quite understand that, considering that if I broke my glasses it would cause even more problems. I decided not to ask him and just wear the stupid things. They made me look like a nerd...
"They make you look like an intellectual," Schuldig said with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes and kept walking. I didn't understand why Schuldig was so intent on going out that day. He dragged me off of my computer when I asked him if we could go tomorrow. Stupid annoying bastard...
I was Schuldig's favorite to play with. I still wasn't able to completely block myself from him at all times. Well, since he was the only one who could help me set up these barriers it made sense. For some reason he thought of my mind as the most fun. I thought he would enjoy going in Farfello's more, personally, but maybe he got lost in it like I did.
"It's your anniversary," Schuldig stated. "You died a year ago."
"Oh did I, now?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.
"To the world you died, anyway. It's only proper that you visit your burial site to celebrate, isn't it?"
"I suppose," I replied with a shrug.
We continued walking in silence until we reached a large black gate that had a white arc above it. I stared up at the white brick arc for a moment until I turned my gaze to one of the graves near the front.
There was a teenage boy kneeling down by it as he let the snow cover him. He wasn't appropriately dressed for the weather and it caused me to roll my eyes. You'd think people would learn to wear more then a sleeveless-turtleneck in the snow. I shrugged again and waited for Schuldig to show me where my grave was.