Are we talking about taking a tour in Florida or space? Kind of uncertain with this one. Either way, both sound awesome enough to engage so sign us up. Tours sound fun, even though we do not actually have experience in one. Whether it was us doing the touring or the other way around. Still, it would be nice to experience one once in a while, yes? Try not to bust our bubble, people. This is our dream. So with that out of the way, here is Florida Space Coast Tour.
Sleep, Mukuro. Her voice sounded drained and weak. Not at all like the Kuuse he had come to know and reluctantly adore. He absently grabbed his hand in a tight, almost desperate, grip. Her fingers were a lot thinner and smaller than his and he felt this absurd need to protect her, even though they were equals in power and strength.
Smirking humorlessly at the sky, he dared it to actually stop his breathing once daylight comes. It HAS tried a lot of times.We are alive, little monster. He told her. He felt her fingers grip his in response. I will make sure we continue to BE so until we are reunited with them. If you die before morning comes, I will go back to hell just to drag you back myself.
He snapped at the hand that grabbed for his elbow. I can walk on my own, Zochiyuki.He walked past her, no he RAN, Kyoya was too infuriated to just walk. Zipping past all these absurd monsters and killing as much as he physically can without even stopping. Usually, fighting gives him adrenaline. But most of it now is just fueled by his rage.
Ideals do not exist anymore. In all his nineteen years of life on this planet, he has never experienced rage as intense as this. NEVER. Until now. Most of his life, he has only ever feel cold fury but not, it was full blown fire. It made it hard to think for a bit.
He had been doing better during that twelve and a half months of peace with his family until that explosion re opened it.There was just something about being wounded by hybrids that messed him up but not really turning him into a walker. From what he gathered, he will be having this hole in his stomach permanently.
He cannot even fix it with his illusions.Kuuse fixed him up as best she could despite his earlier protest before he managed to weakly push her hands away. Thank you. He muttered, exhausted.
He was past being careful about getting scratched or bitten. He may have been in a complacent camp for a full year but his skills have never dwindled.None of the walkers got to touch him.
The girl he was with wrenched the gate open and he practically shoved his way out of the metal, pulling the girls arm with him as he kicked the thing shut.He snarled at the arms that tried to reach him.
Sleep, Mukuro. Her voice sounded drained and weak. Not at all like the Kuuse he had come to know and reluctantly adore. He absently grabbed his hand in a tight, almost desperate, grip. Her fingers were a lot thinner and smaller than his and he felt this absurd need to protect her, even though they were equals in power and strength.
Smirking humorlessly at the sky, he dared it to actually stop his breathing once daylight comes. It HAS tried a lot of times.We are alive, little monster. He told her. He felt her fingers grip his in response. I will make sure we continue to BE so until we are reunited with them. If you die before morning comes, I will go back to hell just to drag you back myself.
He snapped at the hand that grabbed for his elbow. I can walk on my own, Zochiyuki.He walked past her, no he RAN, Kyoya was too infuriated to just walk. Zipping past all these absurd monsters and killing as much as he physically can without even stopping. Usually, fighting gives him adrenaline. But most of it now is just fueled by his rage.
Ideals do not exist anymore. In all his nineteen years of life on this planet, he has never experienced rage as intense as this. NEVER. Until now. Most of his life, he has only ever feel cold fury but not, it was full blown fire. It made it hard to think for a bit.
He had been doing better during that twelve and a half months of peace with his family until that explosion re opened it.There was just something about being wounded by hybrids that messed him up but not really turning him into a walker. From what he gathered, he will be having this hole in his stomach permanently.
He cannot even fix it with his illusions.Kuuse fixed him up as best she could despite his earlier protest before he managed to weakly push her hands away. Thank you. He muttered, exhausted.
He was past being careful about getting scratched or bitten. He may have been in a complacent camp for a full year but his skills have never dwindled.None of the walkers got to touch him.
The girl he was with wrenched the gate open and he practically shoved his way out of the metal, pulling the girls arm with him as he kicked the thing shut.He snarled at the arms that tried to reach him.
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