[ the boy's gaze drops to the books on the table, before shaking his head with a sigh. that can't be right, what this person is saying. after all, he's nothing more than a hitman. there's no need to read through people or to care about them in any sort of way.
but it seems that the mustached man's words had some impact on the young odasaku. before, he would have refuted quickly, without any sort of emotion. but now he wavers, his mind wondering just for a second-- is there truth in that man's words? ]
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[ the boy's gaze drops to the books on the table, before shaking his head with a sigh. that can't be right, what this person is saying. after all, he's nothing more than a hitman. there's no need to read through people or to care about them in any sort of way.
but it seems that the mustached man's words had some impact on the young odasaku. before, he would have refuted quickly, without any sort of emotion. but now he wavers, his mind wondering just for a second-- is there truth in that man's words? ]
Writing...I'm not qualified for that.