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[propria_manu]

[sitting on a bench with his red robes on, no flaming sword in sight or anything of that sort. he's reading a book and there are quaint little glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose, slipping down sporadically as he reads a rather large book

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[upyourscolonel]

*What the fuck, wings now? Doesn't know if he wants to mess with this one.*

[propria_manu]

[looks up irritably]

...anything I can do for you, boy?

[upyourscolonel]

UH...NO, no. Sorry.

lmao

[propria_manu]

...why do you look like you've seen a ghost?

D:

[upyourscolonel]

Actually, I think my face has been permanently frozen this way ever since I got here. Like, yesterday I saw this kid who was dead in my world, today I see a me with WINGS. I'm just a teensy bit rattled is all.

[propria_manu]

...[insert snerk here]

That would be an understatement. Wait, how old are you?

[upyourscolonel]

Fifteen. (Or sixteen, I don't remember his current manga age at the moment. D:)

[propria_manu]

So young. Well, I think you're going to see more odd things in your lifespan.

You should be glad that somewhere, somehow, a version of you is an angel.

[upyourscolonel]

I have seen some SHIT, buddy. And that was all BEFORE I was twelve.

There's no such thing as ang...you know what. I'm just gonna leave that one alone. In this stupid place, anything seems possible.

[propria_manu]

Well, think of all the other...shit...that would happen after. Your life's screwed.

Wise choice. Else I'd have to smite you for lack of belief or something.