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[top_black_spy]

Black read Val’s last post about cutting his tongue out and didn’t even bother to reply. He was beyond frustrated, he was down right angry. It was an anger he’d only ever felt previously for his rival, White. But she’d gone over the line calling him “pretty boy” and threatening him. The adult sanity he might have had vanished, the grown up voice

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[top_black_spy]

Black glared at the small girl in front of him. Angry, no, furious that she’d dare even show up. She should have known better, should have stayed at home. Black’s jaw hurt he was gritting his teeth so hard. Little fingernails cut into his palms because how hard he had his fists clenched.

And then, as he was looking his opponent over, he noticed her scraped knee and arms. His face softened for a second. She was hurt already. Instinct told him to go help her. He didn’t know what had caused her scrapes. Maybe that guy pushed her down. That guy… That’s why they were here.

Immediately Black snapped back to the moment. He was angry because of “that guy”. That’s what started all this in the first place. He wished is was her friend rather than Val that he was about to fight. But she’d pushed and here they were.

“Make your move little girl.” He said in an eerie near growl you wouldn’t expect from a seven year old.

[covert_chord]

As soon as he had realized that said fight was going to happen, he sighed and hopped off his chair. "C'mon, Haro," he said to the orange robot as he began to make his way out of his office and out of the ShuRa building.

"Allelujah's going to stop them? Allelujah's going to stop them?"

"Yes, I'm gonna try," he said to Haro as they headed down the streets, Allelujah walking at a brisk pace. It seemed like Black was just being stubborn, but he didn't want to take any risks. Val was...well, he may have only known her for a few days, but there was something that he couldn't place...kind of a sense of familiarity, anyway.

Either way, he wasn't going to let a friend of his get hurt.

"H-hey! You guys!" he called out, running over, but stopping a few yards short of them.

"You shouldn't be fighting! You shouldn't be fighting!"