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Both Akira and Weiss were in the library with books that interested them.
Since the day Akira appeared on Weiss' property, the boy seemed content to stay around her home rather than go out and explore the world. Though this seemed to contradict the frizzy haired boy's nature, as he seemed to have curiosity that would mirror a cat's. An odd thing in Weiss' opinion.
The monochrome duo continued to read in silence, the only sound heard detectable rustling of paper. Though the tension was nothing serious Weiss felt it prudent to break it in some way.
"…So how has finding help been going for you?" She surprised even herself when she asked the question slowly. "Are you at least taking the time to compose yourself?"
"…" Akira's eyes drifted up from the words and images that were provided for him in favor of looking at the white-haired girl. "…No, I haven't. To be honest, I'm not sure where, or how to pull myself together…"
Weiss then looked up from her own book, her surprise grew even larger. Akira's answer seemed so… awkward and clumsy. Not his actual words, but the way that he said them. Whenever he spoke, it was as if he were calculating what to say due to there being a slight bit of confidence behind his speaking.
"But I can tell you that… I am feeling a bit better…" Akira then brought his head up fully and nodded. "Not particularly great however, but enough to be… sufficient. At least for now, despite your urges." He continued to sound a bit awkward, almost as if he did want to talk about it but just didn't know how to word it. "While it's not that bad, I still… feel guilty that the Phantom Thieves died, and I was the one to survive. It makes me wonder… do they hate me?"
His then paused, keeping full eye contact with Weiss. Blinking after several seconds of being stared at, she pointed at herself. "Y-you want my opinion?" She asked her tone colored with surprise and confusion.
The former thief only nodded his head.
Opening her mouth slightly, Weiss thought to herself for a moment. While the heiress did want to question him, she knew her wording wouldn't be very helpful when he so clearly needed someone to say something. "…Well… I'm not the person you should be asking in all honesty." She started off slowly, prodding carefully. "After all, I never met them, only heard what they were like from you. If I had to answer… then, I would answer no. From what I can understand, they knew the risks. Yet they moved right behind you without despite the risks and without second thoughts. Despite your… personality, and from what I can think… no, they don't hate you. However, I think they would be annoyed by you thinking so pessimistically."
Listening to Weiss' evaluation, Akira felt the surprise crawl out of his body and onto his face. He then released it all with a chuckle and an amused exhale from his nostrils a second later. Nodding his head in understanding, he then looked back down to his book.
Due to that sound, it caused the girl to stare while taking a good look at the boy. It made her curious why he found her answer so amusing. During her observation, she noticed something odd about his person, walking up to confront the boy about it. "…Akira, how long have you been wearing that outfit?"
Weiss' mildly disturbed tone brought the boy out of his reading focus to bring his attention to back to his hostess. The raven-haired teen had to look up considering how he was sitting down inside the rather comfortable chair with his tri-tailed long coat folded at the top of the furniture.
Taking exactly a single second to process Weiss' words, Akira looked down to see that he was wearing his Phantom Thief outfit, it took it but a moment to give a proper answer. "About seven or eight days ago if I recall." He answered bluntly. "It is the only clothes I have on me right now."
"…What?!" Weiss asked incredulously, sounding like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Well, she could due to the boy having been around the house for nearly a full week now. But just hearing it and the way Akira delivered his answer was crazy.
"It's not an issue right now." Akira waved dismissively before looking back to the book that was in his hands.
But while raising the hard-covered object, he saw a hand grab the top of the book and pull it down so that Weiss was in his view again. "Yes, it is!" Weiss exclaimed. "Here you are, sitting in week-worn clothing, perhaps reeking and or stewing in your sweat grime and – ugh – a-and you choose to read!"
"The first accusation is not entirely true. As for your second comment, I'm reading something very important." Akira commented, pointing to the cover of the book. Slipping his free hand underneath Weiss' fingers, he then pushes them off, so she couldn't interrupt his reading further. "I am familiarizing myself with the technology of Remnant, I think would be considered absolutely vital information to anyone looking to live a life here."
Weiss sighed in exasperation, deciding not to bother asking any further since she concluded it would get her nowhere. Shaking her head at the same time, she walked over to her original seat. Plopping herself right down into the chair with a huff, she opened the book which she used for studying.
While Weiss sat in silence, Akira looked up from his material. Staring at the girl just staring at her book in a bit of irritated concentration. Blinking, Akira appraised at his attire. "…You know, maybe it would be a good idea to go out and get some new clothes."
Hearing his answer clearly, she didn't really look up. "…Good for you." Weiss nodded, a bit satisfied that Akira was at least getting out into the open rather than staying cooped up inside of her home, it would be good for him to get some fresh air.
That didn't stop her from rolling her eyes at the attitude he had shown her, and it did irk her a bit that he didn't want to go before.
"Would you like to join me?"
Her eyes moved from the book right towards Akira when he asked that question. She gave him a weird look. "…I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" She asked, not believing what she heard while leaning forward by a bit as if it would aid her hearing.
"Would you like to join me?"
…She had to admit, his sudden invitation caught her off-guard. When she became a teenager, a variety of people from a diversity of companies and corporations tried to engage her with an heir to said various establishments. Every time, an heir would attempt to woo or impress the heiress. Simply put, she wasn't interested in them.
Those people made their invitations and attempts sound rehearsed, interested in a prize rather than her. Akira's proposal was… natural. It was genuine curiosity and was offered with good intention. Unlike the others where it was a desperate plea or arrogant demand.
Not only that, but his sudden change in attitude threw more fuel into that fire of confusion.
Looking down at her book again, she contemplated her decision of how she should answer. "…Why do you ask?" Weiss questioned, satisfied in choosing not to make eye contact with Akira.
"It's good for you be able to go outside and get some fresh air rather than staying cooped up inside of your home." Akira answered straight and honestly.
"…" A sigh escaped her mouth. That was the exact same thing she had been thinking of when Akira decided to go shopping and now he verbally clarified her own words against her. For some reason, it ground her gears together that he reversed her thoughts back at her, even if he didn't know. "I'll come along. You don't know much of Atlas after all, so it probably for the best that I accompany you."
"Wonderful." Akira put the book down onto a table that was next to him. "Shall we depart immediately?"
With a nod of his head, Akira swiftly stood up onto his feet. But while he did, his coat slid off the chair and collapsed onto the ground. Bending over, he picked up the piece of clothing but then an object came tumbling out of one of the pockets.
When the object clattered onto the ground, it caught Weiss' attention. She then remembered seeing something like that when she and Klein had first searched Akira while he was unconscious. "Akira," Saying his name had the boy look up while reaching over to the item that had fallen. "What is that?"
Akira blinked when he picked it up before looking at it. "It's a phone." He said, bringing his vision back towards Weiss.
"A phone that sma-?" Weiss stopped herself in the middle of her sentence, realizing something. A device that small and Akira named it a phone were the two main points that rang in her head. Closing her mouth, she held a finger up to indicate that she was going to continue. Taking in a deep breath, she then proceeded. "Akira, do you know what a scroll is?"
The boy raised an eyebrow. "Are you referring to the roll of papyrus, parchment, or paper containing writing?" He asked, pocketing his phone.
Weiss gave Akira a peculiar look. "Wha-... How-... What do those ancient things have to do with what I'm talking about?"
"You tell me." Akira replied. "What does that have to do with my phone or relate to the general topic of mobile devices?"
Oh… Mobile devices… That certainly confirmed and cleared things up. Grabbing her scroll that was on a table, she walked over to Akira while passing the device to the boy. "This is a scroll." She said in a matter-of-fact as the boy took the electronic out of her hands. "It's a device with a collapsible holographic screen that can extend to different sizes to suit the activities we wish to perform."
Looking over the object, it seemed to be nothing more than a white chunk with a yellow diamond at the middle. Curiously tapping the diamond, the object suddenly opened and revealed a screen with several apps being shown. "Hmm… I can now see why you asked me your question." He noted, eyeing the item curiously. "This is like a cellphone almost everyone uses back on Earth. Although with you saying it can extend to different sizes means that it can also serve as a tablet…"
"If you need to close it, just press your finger on the yellow diamond and push both white ends together." Weiss notified the boy.
Doing as he was told, the electronic collapsed into the shape it first was when Weiss had handed it over to him. "…Huh." He said in an impressed manner, starting to repeatedly open and close the device. "So that's why you call it a scroll."
Weiss watched with a flat gaze while Akira still played around with what belonged to her. "…Can I have my scroll back?" She asked.
Shutting the object closed, Akira looked over to Weiss for a second before handing it back silently.
"Okay then, that's two things I'm going to have to do today… No, wait, make that three." Akira clapped his hands together before letting them dangle freely, the arms swinging back and forth due to this action. "Get myself a scroll and the buy some clothing. It should be easy enough." He then lifted a finger. "But first, I need to go and sell off a few of my coins and gems."
The white-haired female raised an eyebrow and folded her arms. "Why would you need to do that?"
"Well, unless you're going to pay for everything, I need to get some money to buy such things myself." Akira answered, rubbing his index finger and thumb together many times while holding that hand up to eye level. "Are you going to pay for me? Maybe even contribute a limited value?" Seeing Weiss shake her head, he nodded in acceptance and to acknowledge his point was made. "Right, let's get going then. Come on."
As the boy began walking off and exiting the library without a single pause, he left Weiss standing in the middle of the room. But rather than be annoyed or mad, she just stared at the door. "…Do you even know where to go for something like that?" She called out.
A few seconds later, Akira came walking back into the library with a blank look on his face.
Weiss sniffed. "That's what I thought." She deadpanned as she took the lead out of the library.
Break
Selling Akira's treasures went off without any problems whatsoever.
In fact, things worked a little too well and fast for her.
When they had arrived at the counter and Akira asked the person helping them how much it would be for about several jagged-edged gold coins that he placed out onto the surface. The worker eyed each coin properly, seeing if they were indeed the genuine thing. After confirming they were all solid gold and weighing them all, the person offered a price.
Akira accepted the offer, not caring about the alarmed expression Weiss had. While the worker took the coins and went to the back to grab the proper amount of money, she questioned Akira as to why he didn't at least try bargaining for a better deal. Akira answered by saying that there was no point since he was already getting one.
According to him, one of those kinds of coins where he went sold for 5,000 yen (he also added in that yen was the name of his country's currency). Akira stated that he assumed that the money in Remnant, lien, was like the value of the American dollar (which was another type of currency) due to the prices of the various items inside the shop. Converting yen to dollars, one would take the yen amount and divide by 100 to roughly get the estimated amount. Which meant that back in Japan, he would be getting about $50 for every coin of that nature.
But if there had to be pure specification, he last remembered the exchange rate being a ratio of 1 to 112.21. So it would actually be similar to $44.56 (or lien) back at home.
Considering the quality and quantity of the items he was pawning, it was actually a steal in his opinion in the land of Remnant. Sure, all the gold coins of that type were gone. But it was a good amount of cash that would be lining his pockets in the end of it.
As they had walked out, they climbed into the limo and Weiss told the driver where to head next. While they rode, the female took out her scroll to see the time. It absolutely surprised her when she discovered that the exchange had been less than 30 minutes despite that worker taking his time to inspect each individual coin.
She then began to remember Akira's words about how time was odd for him.
Weiss thought up of a hypothesis that Akira was simply efficient when he did something. Although she wondered if that were true. He did mention one time he crafted a single lockpick mid-afternoon and it was nighttime before he knew it.
Suddenly, the car came to a halt and the driver notified that they had arrived at their destination. That announcement was a surprise to her as she whipped her head around to see that they were indeed in front of the desired electronics store. Weiss at least expected the drive to be ten minutes long and yet they arrived in about a quarter of the time.
She took back her previous hypothesis. Maybe time did work strangely when Akira was around.
Hearing the door open, she saw that Akira had climbed out of the limo. As she shuffled to the opening, she saw Akira offer his hand to her. Raising an eyebrow at the gesture, she still took it and Akira helped her out of the vehicle.
While Akira shut the door, Weiss had already began walking to the doors of the store. Akira followed shortly after and they both entered.
A plethora of scrolls (cellphones in Akira's mind) greeted their vision. Everything was extremely neat and tidy. They were organized in different counters for shoppers to view and even test out if they desired. But that was only the first floor. There was a second floor where a bit more people seemed to populate and carrying boxes around which they both suspected to be computers.
There was one glaring thing however to the male.
"…Does Atlas really love the colors white, blue, and grey or is it just me?" Akira asked, looking over to Weiss. The heiress however decided not to dignify his question with an answer.
Instead, Weiss focused her attention to the worker that was walking right towards them. "It is a pleasure to see you, Weiss Schnee." The female worker bowed politely. "It's amazing to see that you chose our establishment to consider shopping in."
Akira decided that it was probably for the best now to hold his tongue. It was a good thing too since he almost wondered aloud if ass kissing was a common thing when it came down to Weiss or her family name in Atlas.
"It's my pleasure." Weiss smiled, making sure she was presenting herself well.
"I couldn't help but notice you entering the building with this gentleman here." The worker looked over to the black-haired boy standing quietly next to and behind Weiss. "Are you associated with him?"
The heiress thought for a couple of seconds before she nodded her head. Looking at Akira, she noticed the interested look on his face just waiting to hear her answer. It almost looked a bit annoying to her for some reason. "Yes, you are correct. This here is Akira Kurusu, my personal... valet."
Both the worker and Weiss then saw the rather amused yet pointed look Akira gave the heiress immediately after. "Very funny, Weiss." He said in a humored manner. "Her father and mine are associated with one another." The boy proceeded to lie smoothly, addressing the employee. "While the two of them attend business, I proposed that we occupy out time by going about Atlas."
Weiss opened her mouth, but then realized what Akira was trying to pull off and she held her tongue.
"I see." The worker nodded her head with a smile. "Would you like any help with anything? Do you have a particular item in mind to browse for?"
"No thanks, it's okay. Thank you for your offer though." Weiss politely declined. "We will call you over however if we do need anything." As the worker walked away, she eyed Akira. "Did you have to lie to her?" She quesitoned critically. "I may have to end up dealing with that lie of yours later."
"Not really." Akira answered bluntly. "Did you have to make that valet comment?" He sounded more interested than insulted when he asked that question. Clearly, it didn't bother him. Before Weiss could answer, Akira moved on deeper into the store.
Opening her mouth, she fumed in annoyance for about a second but then the white-haired female followed without a problem.
The monochrome duo began combing around the first floor while looking at the various types of scrolls there were to offer. But honestly, in Akira's opinion, a phone was a phone. All it needed to do was makes calls, send texts, and use the internet. Nothing fancy like having a lens that rivals a camera or contain a speaker that could be compared to a radio.
"It's either you or your family name, but people tend to act very pleasant with you around." Akira stated, his words coming out of the blue while he picked up one of the scrolls that was on display. "I suspect that it's the latter considering the position your father is in. Tell me though, is your father a lot more… influential than I think?"
Weiss stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, wondering if she should answer Akira's question. "There are… many opinions about him." She said as she checked out the functions of another device. "Most can be considered as not being very pleasant. Especially considering that they're all from Faunus."
"Ah, yes, Mr. Barro from last week did say something about the damn Schnee Dust Company." Akira commented, rubbing his fingers against the material to get a good feel of the electronic. Looking at Weiss, he saw that she had her eyes narrowed in his direction. "I'm just quoting what the man said." He stated in his defense while putting what he held down.
"Well that's great to hear." Weiss said sarcastically, looking at the different prices for the varying models. "Nothing but optimistic opinions when damn is the only adjective used to describe something." She raised an eyebrow when she saw the pricing for some of the items on display.
"Well, considering how this White Fang group are nothing but Faunus, I suspect that there are many members that hate Mister Schnee. Never thought I'd actually want to be entering the Metaverse again just so I could be able to maybe steal your father's heart if he has a Palace." Akira said with a frown and bitter tone, not seeing Weiss' confused look on her face before realization dawned on it. He was busy playing around with the features of the scroll. "Makes me wonder how much stuff your father has swept under the rug or how many skeletons are hiding in his closet."
"You would want to do that just from an angry rant from a Faunus and a conversation that didn't even last 30 seconds with my father when you met him for the first time?" The female asked in disbelief as she brought her sight from the scrolls to the boy next to her.
"Well, I would at least like some more proof before I would go after him. But, yes, I would." He said with a few nods of his head, placing the scroll on display down. Tapping the price sign a couple of times, he then began walking over to the counter with Weiss right behind him. "Speaking of your father, does he still know I'm still in your home?" Akira asked just before arriving in front of the worker. "Hello, I'd like to purchase the TJ-0 scroll please."
"Certainly, just wait one moment sir." The worker replied before going towards the back of the shop.
Weiss sighed. "No." She answered while shaking her head. "He already thinks that you've been kicked out… Just as you predicted." That addition held a bit of annoyance to them. "How did you even know that would be the case?"
"I didn't. I actually took a gamble." He admitted, getting Weiss to narrow her eyes at him. "There are many types of people who run businesses and or are wealthy." Akira explained as he leaned back to rest his arms against the counter. "Your father seems to be the type that only cares about important things and will not remember some other stuff when deemed not so. There was the possibility that he doesn't even care to keep the boy that insulted him in his mind, especially since your father has been in power long enough to expect to get what he wants."
"…You do realize what you've been saying, right?" Weiss questioned, putting her hands on her hips. "In front of the man's daughter no less? What's to stop me from telling him all of this when we get back to my home?"
"I am right though, aren't I?" Akira with a bit of a frown. "Besides, he's had my comments coming to him considering how he left you waiting outside of his study for hours when he wasn't there in the first place. He didn't even send a single soul to notify you that he would be running late or that he would not make an appearance. Yet when you left, he arrives and expects you to still be there." Akira shook his head and turned around to wait for the worker. "Somebody needs to stand up to him. Show that he can't just do or get whatever he wants."
"If that sentence should be applied to anyone, it should be you." Weiss deadpanned, getting Akira to shrug his shoulders.
Weiss then went quiet, not just because she remembered him saying he was not pleased with what her father did to her, but the very fact that Akira seemed to not be very happy at all when talking about the subject. He did say last week that he has had a familiar experience.
Did that mean his father was the owner of a company as well? A rich man perhaps who spent no time with his son and preferred to work? What about the mother then? Alcoholism as well?
"Thank you for waiting, sir. Here is your new scroll!" The worker came back with the device in hand, the diamond design on it being red while the rest was black. "Now, what sort of plan were you planning for your phone?"
"Didn't exactly have one in mind." Akira admitted. "What do you recommend?"
After a few minutes of what Akira should choose, the boy made his decision and his scroll was set up. Taking the device, he paid the necessary amount. Being thanked for his patronage, Akira turned around and saw that Weiss was staring at him. "You've been silently staring at me since I got my scroll." He stated, causing the girl to break out of her thoughts. "Anything I should be concerned about?"
"…" Startled a bit, Weiss managed to regain a bit of her composure back. "Nothing." She shook her head to respond to his question.
Akira eyed her, almost trying to see if she was telling the truth. But whether he concluded that Weiss was lying or not, he didn't show it. Instead he nodded his head. "…Okay." He then said. "Do you mind if we exchange numbers here and now then?"
Weiss, a bit taken aback at the acceptance of his answer. "Okay? That's it?" She questioned.
"Well, you said it's nothing. So what's there to discuss?" The boy reasoned while holding out his scroll. "...Unless there actually is something you would like to talk about. Fire away if that's the case."
Gazing at the boy, she narrowed her eyes critically for a second before taking out her own device and ignoring Akira's remark. It was only a matter of seconds before they had exchanged contact information. When that was over, the two of them headed for the exit that was right where the entrance was.
When the two of them exited to the outside, a person ended up bumping into Akira.
The person didn't seem to apologize verbally, only acknowledging what happened with an apologetic nod before moving on. But they only managed to make it two steps past the boy when Akira suddenly grabbed their wrist.
Weiss was surprised at the action of the boy suddenly grabbing someone in what she thought was an inappropriate way. "What are you doing?"
"Preventing someone from getting away with my wallet." Akira answered in a matter-of-fact tone while plucking a black wallet out of the stranger's hand before they could even react. Putting the money-holder back into his pocket, Akira turned his attention back to the one who tried to steal from him.
The figure was short female in a trio of colors, including her outfit. Half her hair was pink; the other half was brown while a white streak ran down through her pink hair. One of her eyes was brown while the other was pink as well. She wore a white jacket with a pink interior, brown pants and gray boots with very high heels. Under her jacket she wore a black corset, curvet in the middle of the bottom, exposing her sides. She also wore a multitude of necklaces. Hooked on her free arm was an umbrella.
With her jaw partially opened, Weiss' eyes darted between Akira's face and a wallet that was inside of the female's hand. "What?" She just managed to breath out in confusion.
"Simple, really." Akira stated, plucking what was his out of out of the girl's fingers before putting it back into his pocket. "She attempted to pick my pocket."
The white-haired girl then realized what she had asked. "I noticed!" She snapped. An incredulously look was then sent over to the one who was a victim of the crime. "Why are you not angry about the situation? That girl just tried to rob you!"
"Yes, that is true." Akira admitted with a nod of his head. But then he turned his face over to the female who was still struggling in his grip. "She was unsuccessful though, so it evens out if you ask me. No need to report her or anything."
The girl had her boot raised to kick Akira in the stomach when the boy had voiced his words. Surprise was on the faces of both females that were near the boy. "No need to report- Do I have to repeat myself?" Weiss asked, putting one hand on her hip while the other pointed at the robber. "She nearly stole from you!"
"She didn't do that good of a job in her defense." The only male between the three of them stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Releasing his grip on the stranger while still staring at her, Akira was surprised that she didn't run. Sure, the stranger was off balance for a couple of seconds due to being on one leg, but there was no attempt to flee.
Instead, the girl just chose to stare back at him. She continued to gaze, a single blink switched her eye colors around. The stranger then looked up and down to take in the boy's physique and look in general. Tilter her head, she did not speak a single word through the entire ordeal while curiously peering at Akira's face once again.
Akira raised an eyebrow. "You're curious about how I knew that you tried to rob me." He said, almost making his sentence sound like a question. He shrugged his shoulders. "I just have practice in picking pockets myself."
Weiss scoffed. "Right." She followed up sarcastically while folding her arms. "Like you know how to pick someone's pocket. Despite your… odd quirks, I highly doubt you would do something that would be as low as a criminal action."
"You say that, but pickpocketing is like a fine art at the same time." Akira peered over his shoulder to look at Weiss from the corner of his eye. "It's all about establishing a link of trust between you and your target." The boy wagged his finger between his body and the white-haired female. Looking back to the stranger, he held up a white device that looked like a phone. "You'll probably want your scroll back by the way."
Blinking, Weiss stared at the device for a couple of seconds before it clicked in her head. Patting her pockets, she noticed that one of them was empty before snatching back her scroll. Glaring at Akira, she did not utter a single word in favor of climbing into the vehicle which was waiting for them.
"Well, let that be a tip for you..." Akira said as the short girl in front of him seemed to be amused at the action he had just done. He trailed off at the end of his sentence though, wanting the girl to follow up.
The female blinked a couple of times before she formed a circular shape with her mouth. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a light-pink scroll and tapped the screen a few times. Turning it around, she showed that she had typed something out.
"…Neo." The boy read slowly before nodding his head in acceptance. Odd that she didn't reply verbally. Oh well. He then extended his hand. "Akira Kurusu." Akira introduced himself right after and the girl shook with a bit of enthusiasm. "I apologize for cutting our conversation short however. My associate and I must be off."
Neo only shrugged her shoulders in response. Stepping back, the girl soon brought her hand up. Holding up two fingers, she pointed at her eyes before jabbing them in Akira's direction. A small, light smile graced her lips, yet it looked a bit sinister at the same time. Rolling her fingers after instead waving her hand, Neo then ran off and disappeared around a corner.
Akira then climbed into the limo and the vehicle started to move. Just as he sat down however, he saw that Weiss still had her eyes narrowed in his direction. "What?" He asked.
The white-haired female shook her head in exasperation. "Where did you even learn to pick pockets?"
"A cat created from the hopes of humanity taught me."
Weiss crossed her arms and rolled her eyes in disbelief at his answer.
Wow, eso hace que se publique otro capítulo. Pero ¿quién es feliz? Ciertamente no lo soy. Dejé de ser feliz hace mucho tiempo. Probablemente, después de que tantos invitados intenten forzar sus ideas que suenan terriblemente estúpidas en la sección de revisión, no quiero escribirlas. Así como una pareja que me ataca porque escribí mal este fic. Sí, no está tan bien; No te da derecho a insultarme en medio del cirticismo. Tal vez si algunos de ustedes realmente crearon una cuenta, entonces no se hubieran eliminado sus comentarios de invitados y podríamos discutir cómo se podrían solucionar los problemas. Pero no es lo que importa, ¿verdad? Solo soy el escritor retrasado que no puede aceptar las críticas y debería morir en mi burbuja de inseguridad. Todos vamos a morir algún día. Algún día pronto, con suerte. La vida es tan inútil como los capítulos y fics que publicamos en este sitio de idiotas.
Pero perdóname, estoy mirando para sonar como un disco roto. Joder la vida directamente por su culo.
Supongo que también debería disculparme por probar algo nuevo. Parece que estoy destinado a fallar. ¿Tratas de dejar de ser un deprimente? Trate de dejar de ser un imbécil para que podamos comunicarnos cómo resolver sus problemas en este fic.
Esto se suponía que iba a ser más largo. Pero al parecer, la experimentación no obtiene más que gente que les dice a otros que se suiciden. Así que lo hice más corto.
No flames please.
Pero oye, esto no detiene a los idiotas.