Kaito sits outside on the ledge of the founder's fountain, the slight scent of chlorine burning his nose. a perpetual scowl sits on his bony face the leathery skin creased. he hates this place. he hates the people. he hates their attempts to make him feel at home when he'd rather be at his real home, not here. but as his parents say, 'times are different now. we don't need to be that way anymore.' but he's not ready to let it go. it's his heritage, what he was made for.
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2_Ouroboros_
07/06/2025
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07/06/2025