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[dannychan]

he blinked. “it’s a nice place..” he mumbled.

[Leafwing12]

“Thank you.” He murmjred. He glanced down, sighing.

[dannychan]

he blinked and smiled slightly. “always wanted a place like this, really.”

[Leafwing12]

He watched him. “A pampered kid like you and this is what you would want?” He askes.

[dannychan]

he sighed. “my life was.. more complicated. i always heard about white picket fence places where families are perfect and nothin’ goes wrong..”

[Leafwing12]

He sighed. “Things weren’t perfect here either.” He said

[dannychan]

he frowned. “but i’m fairly sure they were much less violent.”

[Leafwing12]

He sighed. “That really all depends. My family was alright. Not the best. Not the worst.” He said

[dannychan]

he frowned. “my dad was a a mod sos for the italian mafia that had three wives, all of which he constantly beat, also sold drugs, killed people in front of me and all that shit. hell, he made me a hitman when i was old enough to hold a gun. when i said i wanted to move on in life, he kill my own mother and framed me for it.” he stated, looking up. “white picket fence family sounds much nicer.”

[Leafwing12]

He frowned, watching him. That all sounded horrible. “I’m so sorry Lucky.” He whisoered