[size=11pt]. Marco Vincent Vongola .[/size]
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Ooc; Sorry for the late reply! I've been super inactive for reasons and I'm just so sorry! DX
Ic; Gabriel Vongola Pov; I scoffed she she said she didn't like me. Well yeah thanks girl, I didn't entirely like you either. But you obviously found that out already. I thought to myself quietly, a displeased smirk on my face. "Sorry girl, he doesn't have the potential ability to beat you but slowly kill off everything you love making you feel like a piece cr*p, then kill you himself. He doesn't care about peoples lives, the fact that he has pointed a gun to his father's head to get what he wanted should explain what kind of man he is. If he didn't mind pulling hundreds of triggers already, I don't see why it wouldn't be any different with you." I stated, my eyes on the road. She was a disappointment, why my brother would want a beaten up girl like her was over my head. She wasn't even in the slightest that pretty from the scars that lined her body, but it wasn't like we all didn't have scars ourselves(we as in the gang). Her attitude and personality needed a bunch of work, if she showed up like that in from of my boss he would probably kill me. I had to do something to make her look at least a little presentable. "Hey, did you pack any dresses, or something that doesn't look like you're going to school like any other normal day?" I asked, once again looking at the mirror so I could look her slightly in the eyes.
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