The Untitled Love Story
Purple Nightshade rain keeps falling on my headrain short storyraindrops falling from my eyeswhen i stepped out into the bright sunlight
He shook his head, seemingly undisturbed by the heavy breeze.
The next moment, the weapons on the shelf all started glowing, no, pulsing with lights of different colours.
"Here we go, something Greek." He mumbled, the lights and wind stopping as soon as those words left his mouth.
"Was that really necessary, Bama?" Scott drawled, his hair looking like a raccoon plated with it.
"Got to give the newcomer a proper welcome." He chuckled, bringing his right hand to the counter.
My eyes widened as his previously empty hand now held a wooden book the side of a toolbox.
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