Outside in the little play area behind the orphanage for the children, he sits alone in the grass, catching bugs with his hands in frustration, unable to catch any due to his lack of speed. He finally catches one, clasping a grasshopper tightly between the palms of his hands. With a sigh of relief, he slowly creaks open his hands to see that in his hands, instead of a living bug, it was now a fizzling, unrecognizable glop, melted. He grimaces, parting his hands and wiping it away. Shit...
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15/07/2025
•{Metal Sonic}•
05/08/2025
want a beer?
*Orphan Renton pauses, the offer catching him off guard. He narrows his eyes, considering the offer. He's never been offered alcohol before. He finally shrugs, nodding.* "Sure. I guess."
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05/08/2025