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.. Ah shit, Pico was lost, wasn't he? He was just trying to find an art store.. goddamnit, he should've remembered to bring his phone, how stupid was he? Ah well.. he just had to focus on finding the store and if he can't, he'll head home-.. and apparently, he needed to watch where he was going aswell.

Pico had bumped into Brian, classic. He fell to the ground, and various items fell out of his bag aswell.. how embarrassing.

"Shit- God, fuck, I'm sorry– did I hurt you? Sorry, I'm just so clumsy these days- sorry." Wow he apologized like 3 times. @that-pxpular-bxy

The bump had hardly done anything to Brian. Maybe nudged him a bit but it hardly was enough to knock them down or even throw them off balance. With a scowl, they turned to glare down at whoever had bumped into them, likely to scold them for not paying attention. Sadly any words void had to say were instantly caught in their throat or lost upon spotting the all too familiar ginger.

Purple eyes turned crimson red as the brunette started down at the other in utter disgust but her brushed that aside. Brian had standards and, unlike most, he was never itching on a fight or for revenge.

Using only a hand, Brian had lifted Pico up and into the air before setting the ginger down onto his feet with scary easy. “Quit apologizing….. it’s annoying…”

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" pssst , whats the quickest way to get rid of your brain? ya know . just askin' for a friend n' stuff. "

Asking for a " [Friend] "? Nobody is dumb or stupid enough to know that the question was referring to her. :/

“……” he just gave her a disappointed parental stare of unapproval. “Nene your brain is a vital organ. You can’t get rid of it without potential dying. No not potentially. You WILL die.”

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“He harassed and killed the Goth Punks for choosing violence over pacifistic ways and yet turns around the very next day and forces three innocent individuals into his stupid death game.” Brian, who was holding a steel rod he had found in the alleyway snapped it in half like it was no more than a dry, dead, puny twig, with a look of utter anger in his eyes. “A filthy hypocrite that ginger is. He had the ability to choose anything and he choose that. I-I hate him….!!”

“Why…?? That’s all I want to know. Of all games or tests, WHY WOULD HE PICK THAT, KNOWING SOMEONE WOULD DIE?? They mocked them. The others died and they MOCKED THEM.”

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“…..I still have the gun…I don’t know how I have it. They never took it from me after I shot myself….” Brian was staring off into pace, a blank look in his rather dull eyes. It was rather….unsettling…

“I’m not sure why I keep it, everytime I touch it I’m overwhelmed with vivid images of that day…..the tension, the red light, the mocking….the death….the ringing out of the gun as I was made to watch the others fall victim before me…..it was a curse that I was last to go…..I was made to see it all…..their deaths will always haunt me.”

“It…..truly isn’t fair.”

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"Well Excuuuuuuuuse Me, Princess!" @slicingwithanger

Brian’s gaze trailed over to Piconjo, as bored and indifferent as always if not maybe slightly more annoyed than usual. “Ugh.” Wow so nice.

Turning to face the undead ginger better, the brunette grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him down to where they were eye to eye, glowing lavender eyes narrowing in disgust. “I am not here to waist my time dealing with pathetic nuisances like you. If I were you, I’d take heed on who I mess with, Oliver. Im not a toy nor am I here for your entertainment. You might be undead but I will put you through hell.”

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