Coro
Evil Overlord of the Rebellion
Axel shook his head side-to-side, the honey on his lips flinging off and splattering lightly on the table in front of him. His eyes seemed slightly widened, as if surprised or worried.
"Nononono. You just met me. You gave me some honey and food. We're pretty even, if anything." He offered, his slight pout indicative of his attitude towards someone saying they owed him. He didn't like being in the position of being owed, it was a position of power over someone, and it didn't mesh well with Axel's personality. It always made him feel quite uncomfortable.
"... You're just gonna leave here? But you've got a home and everything. I'm kinda jealous." He asked, also letting his feeling slip for a moment, before inhaling sharply and closing his lips before saying anything else remotely incriminating.
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The sixteen year-old Victor Raiden, who went by the nickname Vent due to getting stuck in one in middle school, led the way through the dark alley.
In reality, he'd gotten used to the nickname, even grown to like it. To him, who had been taking a Latin class at the time, it always made him think of wind. It sounded cool, not like the other kids seemed to think.
"Rose, c'mon. I know you're tired but we ought to keep moving." He spoke up, talking to the girl behind him, his older sister.
"Nononono. You just met me. You gave me some honey and food. We're pretty even, if anything." He offered, his slight pout indicative of his attitude towards someone saying they owed him. He didn't like being in the position of being owed, it was a position of power over someone, and it didn't mesh well with Axel's personality. It always made him feel quite uncomfortable.
"... You're just gonna leave here? But you've got a home and everything. I'm kinda jealous." He asked, also letting his feeling slip for a moment, before inhaling sharply and closing his lips before saying anything else remotely incriminating.
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The sixteen year-old Victor Raiden, who went by the nickname Vent due to getting stuck in one in middle school, led the way through the dark alley.
In reality, he'd gotten used to the nickname, even grown to like it. To him, who had been taking a Latin class at the time, it always made him think of wind. It sounded cool, not like the other kids seemed to think.
"Rose, c'mon. I know you're tired but we ought to keep moving." He spoke up, talking to the girl behind him, his older sister.