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The snow rained hard that citizen were nearly impossible to go out from their houses. Birds are too scared to sing, knowing that it would bother the bad-mood sky. The sun just left like it didn't care at all. The sky was dark as night while it was still morning at that day. It was like a nightmare came true.
"Dammit stupid senpai. It's all because of you"
"Of course the prince has nothing to do with these, it must be the frog's fault"
"ThankGod my name is Fran, not Frog"
"The frog's name will be frog since he's with the prince"
"I dont see any prince, all I know is a fallen one right besides me"
"Ittai yo, senpai" Fran mumbled as he looked at the sky through the window. What a horrible weather they have here.
"I believe there weren't any signs of blizzard earlier" he said to himself.
Fran was right. It was bright and lovely, where u can see the blue sky, birds chirping everywhere. The sun was like smiling at you, and gave you warmth aside the cool air.
Bel and Fran were assig
BalloonPairing: Bfem26. It can be B26, turn the she into he.
Sorry if my English were bad. enjoy!
"Hei, hei, what's wrong?"
"My balloon flown away!"
"Don't cry, we'll get the new one, OK?" said a father to his son that had just lost his blue-colored balloon,
And that incident successfully caught Fran's attention which was walking around the park.
"Shishi..Froggy wants some balloons?" asked a man with a familiar voice to the green-haired teenager
"Buy it for yourself if you want it"
"The prince wouldn't play with those stupid things"
"But only a fallen prince who plays with kitchen knives"
"These aren't kitchen knives"
"VROOOOII!HURRY THE HELL UP!"
"Yes, taicho" said the teen and end her conversation with her partner.
A full of cheerful Saturday with great weather, sunny but not too hot.
This morning, Squalo, the strategy captain invited (or more likely: forced) all his members to go to a park which is quite famous and plus, there will be a 'Kids Balloo
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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