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Soul Eater After Story pt.19*Dawn's POV*
"It's good to see you~!"I said while giving Anna a good hand shake.
Anna was never the type to dress up in a dress for parties so she wore a big red head set,a black T,a red mini skirt,knee high red converse,and a black tail coat.This was her usual outfit that she wore all the time too.Anna walked in and saw the food immediately and ran over there......she's a lot like Black Star when it comes to food.......she's skinny too?Probably cause she works out in the woods all the flipping time!
Maroon walked over to me all dazed....
"What happened?"I said worried.
"I'm not sure...one minute I was getting food,and the next I was laying on the couch...wait is Anna here?"
"Ya,that's why you were on the couch."
Maroon had fire in her eyes...
"I WILL GET FOOD!"she said doing a hero pose.
She sprinted over there.
"Maroon I wouldn't do that if I we-"
I was too late Maroon was inches from the table and got smacked in the face!I walked
Soul Eater After Story pt.18*Dawn's POV*
BSJ looked at the ground,face flushed,and hair covering his eyes...My face was burring...
"Maybe this was a mistake I'll just go...."BSJ said as he stood up.
I grabbed his sleeve.
"Watashi wa anata o Watashi wa anata o ushinau koto o anata wa son'nani... Mochiron watashi wa ishi ga daisukidesu."I said my face burring up with my eyes averting his and looking at the ground.
A pair of strong arms hugged me in a tight bear hug.BSJ's face was berried in my neck ,his face was hot,and he was grabbing on to my shirt like when we were little and he got scared...that made me smile.
"W-Will you really?"he said starting to cry a little.
"Watashi wa anata ga 〜 to issho ni iku yo, kōsu no BSJ o aishiteimasu!"
He nodded and hugged me some more and then pulled away.
"Tomorrow at 8:30...OK?"
"Of course~!....You talked to my Dad about this?"
"Ya when you guys were battling Griffith I asked him...but that was before he came I didn't try
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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