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"Yeah, back when I was lile a friends of mine kept getting pissed off at me for being annoying I guess. I had like manic energy and she forced me to focus' on it with something productive. Turns out I wasn't that bad." Which was an understatement, he actual sold art once or twice. The pawn shop guy didn't know the differance. ' Nobody was gonna' buy from some kid on the street working at Macdonalds' He thought, remembering when painting died for him a little. Might as well do it for fun again.

"So yeah, I haven't done it in a while and now that I have a little free time for once." He said, having already gathereda pad of paper. He moved on to brushes, a pestle, and of course a ton of tubes of paint. "This should be go-" He started to say, stopping when he saw a picture of a knight in armor, fighting a dragon. Figuring out a way to get hat armor to his dormroom. "-od" he finished.

"I gots an idea, hold on, I'll meet you outside in a minute." He saidrusshing over the register, a small insane giggle escaping. He payed for all the supplies in cash, a little sad to see it go but he had plenty more. "Thanks have a nice day! don't sniff the supplies!" then running back to the weapon shop. After a little wait, dredd exirted the store slowly and a little clumsily.

He was wearing the armor, holding his painting supplies in one hand. In the other wat the armor's stand.

The armor had slits in the eye area that was surprisingly easier to see out of than one would think. The walking was rather hardto adapt too, he made it over to Mizuki anyway, knowing full well that she was laughing. "Nay fair maiden! I can fare well enough by mineself."He said, he voice sounding like he had a bucket over his head. " let us be off to Mine dorm for a quick moment so I may drop of mine newly purchased crap!" He said, his olde english faltering at the end, happy to get a laugh out of her.

"Unless of course you'd rather split up or do something else. But in that case I'll hate you forever if I get lost!" he joked, thinking it would be fine if she didn't wantto go to the boys dorm. Though that Akane seemed fine with it.

Trianna nearly attacked the man when he called him and his sister a foul word. She'd been put through enough suffering with foul language, physical, and mental abuse from just one person. Her ambitions to fin her sister were shot down by her parents, but she never gave up, no matter how close she came to death every night. Holding her chin up high, she looked down upon the 'trainer' as if he were below dirt. Below an orgnism. Below a parasite. Crimson eyes flicked up to the seemingly blind guy from before, blinking with slight agitation. This was their problem and he had no right to invade, but then again she did the same before. Stepping up to the man's side, she looked in those pitiful eyes with a menacing glare that no one would be able to forget. "Sorry isn't good enough, sir." She hissed with a hint of malicious poison. Gathering up the hem of her skirt, she jammed her pointed-toe highheel into his side as hard as she could. Ignoring him, she walked on him to get to her sister. Now that the trainer had been ealt with and there was no reason for her to be herself, she dropped the handfulls of dress she had gathered earlier. She now looked into the distanced with a blank stare, seemingly ignoring Ito and Aubrey. She had resumed to shutting herself up in her shell once again, passing through so easily that it was almost creepy. But anyone who watched her regularily would have been used to it in just a few hours.

Ito sighed as the girl's went about kicking and walking over the trainer. "Sir, were you never familiarized with the old saying 'Hell hast no wrath like a woman scorned'?" He asked quietly. "Regardless, I'd say you're safer on the floor..." He added afterward. He followed the two girls' auras until he was right next to them. "Please excuse my intrusion into your problems... Is everything alright miss?" He asked politely, bowing when he asked forgiveness for intruding in their affairs. He understood some people, and from what he had heard, these two girls, preferred to do things their own way without help. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked quietly.

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