[He smirked, crossing his arms behind his head. She really was a kid- maybe only a few hundred years old. And her thoughts were so open he could pick them up even through his headset- just the basic idea, but enough.
A runaway too? He wished. But he... he owed Them too much. If he ran his headset wouldn't last long- and on this noisy world he'd be broken in a matter of weeks.
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A runaway too? He wished. But he... he owed Them too much. If he ran his headset wouldn't last long- and on this noisy world he'd be broken in a matter of weeks.
'Sorry kid... this isn't personal']
Heh, guess so. I'm Charolite.