Akira
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A hero, alright.
A hero who doesn't look happy, not from any angle. He seems rather pissed off.
Uh uh.
Romero strides toward me as though he is going for a war. His lips pressed into a thin line, I'm sure suppressing not pretty kind of French in there and his eyes are narrowed into a slit.
They are glaring me.
Now what did I do?
Does he know?
I shake head immediately.
No, no.
He can't possibly know about that. I haven't told anyone anything, heck I have even controlled my thoughts so it would not travel to that. Most importantly I haven't done anything regarding that matter yet. So no.
He doesn't know.
But then why?
Maybe he is not angry at me. Maybe something else happened.
Yeah, probably.
"Hi baby, look what I got-"
"Quite, lady."
Oh, no, no, no.
He di
