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	Cynical Reality The world my by view point. Sounds scary enough but I shall aim to keep the public entertained. After all reality is a dangerous thing, who better to capture each moment than a cynic?

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Niccolo quietly stalked behind Kurai and wrapped his arms around the nerd in an embrace. "You don't have to explain anymore, mio poverto angelo, I understand." he says quietly into Kurai's ear, resting his head on the nerd's shoulder. "If it's too painful to go through gym maybe they'll let you switch out, but if not maybe I could help you get over whatever happened in the past." he said, letting a small smile come to his lips, "So said that I could not exchange the cards fate has dealt me and I agree, because I would never want to. I think that I can play them a little differently though, and maybe we can help you with them." he says, and lets his hands travel up to Kurai's chest, crossing over to hold Kurai in a tighter embrace. "His skin is so soft, even with his clothes on. I wonder what it would be like to lay on him without them. Probably like a cloud." he thought contently. Kurai had closed his eyes , his hand gently touching the binding of the book in front of him. He found comfort in the touch of the hard plastic. It promised new information, it was a silent friend. Books could not harm you. They could not harass you for being different nor did they care if you happened to not quite fit in. A manual didn’t care who you were so long as you understood. These texts were silent friends when he could not find the right words for the real ones. The words on the paper always fascinated him and he enjoyed the ability to emerse himself in different realms of knowledge. History was a recent favorite of his and it was the textbook that he now toyed with as Niccolo stood in the room. All he wanted was to lose himself in the words typed up and organized into a predictable pattern but he couldn’t. He was tied to the real world by the very sound of another’s breath. Niccolo. He was still there. The sound of feet moving made him feel momentarily guilty. The feeling crept up upon him though he tried his best to ignore it. He had no reason to feel guilty. He felt uneasy when people were around any place he found and called his sactuary. Perhaps one could call it more of a disturbed comfort than an actual guilt. All feelings shifted as he noticed that the sounds of movement weren’t going away but rather closer. He stiffened. He didn’t want Niccolo around him at that moment but words froze in his throat. Syn2 · Tue May 22, 2012 @ 11:24pm · 0 Comments


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