"I don't talk about my past tp anyone but people i trust..." Dein explained. "And i don't wish the memories on her, i'm just sick of always hearing that..." ooc: Soz, i have to go now>_< we're having dinner and we're going out...:( cya...
Dein smiled a little confused but did as he was told...
Dein sighed. "I'm just sick of you always mentioning how you guys grew up... it mighta ment something awhile back but now it just sounds like and excuse"
"Right..." Dein agreed silently following her...
"Just explain it!" Dein ordered annoyed. "Try to remmber i had the living f*ck beaten out of me for money growing up..."
so... she was afraid... Dein thought to himself silently. "Okay..."
"Okay...?"
"Well, why not short stories?" Dein asked persistently. ooc: BRB i need foodO.O
Dein sighed thoughtfully. "We can always find a hotel and you can wait there for awhile?"
"Market." Dein explanied silently. "Heh... you know you'd write some pretty interesting horror books..."
"You okay...?"
Dien smiled. "Why is it we get along when we're planning how i'm going to die?"
"Looks like we're coming up to the next village..." Dein stated silently.
"Not really..." Dein disagreed. "Just to make it a bit more tragic i'll jump of a boat... though, i'll probably die from the shock of just that..."
Dein sighed...
"Too bad for you."
Dein smiled lightly. "Dude... if i change that much, i'll kill myself..."
ooc: -_- thanks.. i guess...
"Whatever."
