Only a little childish.

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amaranthine

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I'M STRUGGLING TO FIGURE OUT WHO I AM, CHAINED BY THIS FEAR INSIDE
and i'm being drawn to you.
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How long had it been since he had left that bookstore? Brendon slowly opened his eyes and frowned. Despite it having been at least an hour, and all of the outdoor scents around him, he could still… smell him. He could still see his face, his emerald eyes, and even hear his… his… infuriating voice!! Everything about him was infuriating!
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He wanted to stomp on something, he was so mad!
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Brendon clenched the bottle of juice he was holding within his lap tighter and continued to frown (in a most unbecoming way) ahead of him. He and his mother had stopped at a small park in the heart of town to sit down on a bench and eat a quick meal. His mother was still angry with him, he could feel it.
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Well, perhaps, not exactly angry. That word was a bit strong… But, she had pointedly remained silent during their walk as well as their time sitting here eating. Brendon knew that he deserved the silence, and her disappointment in him. He had acted out within the bookstore in a way he had never done before…
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A-At least they were out of there now. It was a nice, bright and sunny, afternoon and for November the temperature wasn’t too overbearing yet. He had always been sensitive to the cold… and his long, heavy, robes could only keep him warm for so long. He hated winter…
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The thought made him frown more, nearly pouting in all his sour mood. I-It definitely wasn’t like him. W-When had he started acting out so much…!


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Seairon

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Davis loved winter. The crisp chill of the season reminded him of home, where it was cold almost year round. Though the warm summers of Manta Carlos were enjoyable, there was still a part of him that longed for a good chilly winter again.

The best part of winter was curling up in front of a raging fire (or radiator, seeing as his dorm didn't have a fireplace) under a blanket and reading a good book. Yet it had come to Davis' attention that he had read every book in his collection a minimum of four times, and considering how big Davis' book collection was, that was an impressive accomplishment.

Much to his delight, there was a book shop on Manta Carlos, which, for someone with his love of books, was brilliant. Surprisingly, he had never taken the time to visit. Today was a day as good as any to make time to visit. To that end, he had donned winter clothing and set out, despite the paralyzing cold.
 
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amaranthine

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I'M STRUGGLING TO FIGURE OUT WHO I AM, CHAINED BY THIS FEAR INSIDE
and i'm being drawn to you.
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Despite everything that had transpired today, Brendon enjoyed the salad his mother had ordered for the both of them. He had been hungry and the array of green vegetables were tasty for him…
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As he stared down at his salad, Brendon frowned softly. His nose lightly twitched because he could smell Mr. Ardel’s scent mingling with the other scents around him. His scent was on his long robes as well as on his skin. He wondered if his mother noticed or if she was as bothered by his scent as him?
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He could clearly recall an earlier conversation with his mother… and she had told him that he would be going through a lot of changes during his puberty. Was he becoming more sensitive to smell? Why did Mr. Ardel’s scent bother him in particularly?
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Maybe because he was so… stinky. Yep, that definitely had to be it. Brendon nodded his head in determined resolve and took another forkful of his salad.
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“Apples! Come buy some apples!”
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Brendon’s gaze lifted toward a child who looked to be around eight who was carrying a basket filled with red apples. The girl had her brown hair tied up in two pigtails and was lifting up the basket as high as she could.
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She seemed to spot the two of them and quickly bounded up to them, swaying cutely and smiling widely toward them.
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“Hi misses, do you wanna buy apples? I have lots! I’m helping my mommy.” She told them and beamed.


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Seairon

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Ooh, apples! Davis liked apples. They were one of his favourite fruits, and he was feeling pretty hungry. Being outside in this kind of cold must have made him feel hungry. The little girl selling the apples was really cute too. Davis felt the strong urge to pick her up and hug her so much. He then realised that people would look at him strangely if he did.

He fumbled in his pockets as he tried to reach his wallet, which was difficult, considering that he was wearing mittens. When he finally did extract it, he walked over to the girl, obviously waving his wallet around.

"Hello there." he said, smiling at the girl. "Excuse me." he briefly turned to the couple that the girl had been offering apples to first. "I'd like to by, ummm..." He had to think for a moment about how many apples he wanted to buy from the girl.

"Two apples, please." he said, smiling. He tried to open his wallet, fumbled around with it for a moment, and then dropped it into what remained of Brendon's salad. "Eep! I'm so sorry!" he said, obviously embarrassed. He tried to get it back, but it was difficult when he was wearing mittens,
 
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