"Does this "essence" hurt?"
He stepped closer and removed the gun from its holster to curious look at it. It looks like a normal gun, but he lost him on this essence part.
"What's your name?"
"Is nineteen good enough?"
The punk's eyes scanned the other from head to toe. While he was covered up by layers of clothing and accessories, this priest looking man let it all show. If only Aoba was that bold.
"Is that gun real or just for show?"
((I haven't seen DMMD in 500 years. I hope I'm not too ooc with Noiz. I'm trying my best from memory.))
"Tch. Do it and I'll beat your ass."
And with that, Eiden's point was instantly proven. Hypocrisy though? That didn't exist to Noiz.
"What is it?"
The punk scoffed before reaching out with a bandaged hand and grabbing ahold of it to curiously look at it.
"Does it matter how I start a conversation? This looks unique. Something out of an RPG game."
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Noiz was a stubborn young man that didn't seem to know what personal space meant. Whether it was sneaking into Aoba's home or visiting his work he was always right there.
He was like a needy dog, um, rabbit that constantly wanted attention. +





