❝WHY DO we not just go buy some? It’ll be my treat. ~❞

         “Okay! That sounds good to me.”

                ❝OF COURSE. Who eats a bagel without cream cheese? It was so~ooo good!!❞

     “Ah . . . I’m starting to feel hungry myself      now. If we knock another person out, do      you think we’ll be able to find more food?”

               ❝AND THEN I choked him out and left him on the park bench! And that is where I found a bagel at three AM.❞

     “Oh! You got lucky. Was there      also cream cheese on the bagel?”

“ A paradox doesn’t necessarily mess with time, or has to do with it. It’s a self-contradictory and a false proposition contrary to a commonly accepted opinion." 

     “Yeah, yeah. It’s the same thing anyways.      Reincarnation doesn’t have to do with      self-contradictory or false proposition      as you say. It can happen, and it’s usually      in a linage. Like how someone look look,      talk, and have the same personality as one      of their ancestors.”

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acrid is the smell that trails itself into her nostrils and there is the licks of heat upon her leg. instincts immediately scream fire. a rapid twirl of amarathine optics reveals a boy - one that casts a shadow of colossal wings, a dance of orange and red fiery - staring at the trail of wisps that are burning the hem of her dress.

water with no prelude immediately fall from empty air to douse the flame before it kisses upon skin and burns with the taste of agony and fear.

“ were you not taught better? you can’t just go setting people’s clothes on fire. ”

brusque words lack animosity, if anything it carries the bell of amusement further amplified by the lack of antagonism reflecting in narrowed eyes and purse lips.

’ Would you rather believe in such a paradoxal thing as reincarnation than think that someone could just simply die if he involves in someone else’s bussiness? ’

     “Yes . . . well no, you’re mistaken. It’s not      ‘ paradoxal ‘since it doesn’t mess with time.      It simply flows along with time.”

                                       He was puzzled by the boy’s desire to question him. He                                        didn’t seem to hold any ill intent in his visage. In fact it                                        only seemed to be curiosity. Damien’s shoulders relaxed,                                        but he remained on guard still. 

                                                      “Most of the time, yes. Today however, I don’t.”

     The other’s schedule seemed to be as lively as other’s; being      busy while having some time to spare. Though he doesn't know      what the other’s schedule actually consisted of.