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โธปโฑ ๐ฏ๐, ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
โ๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ isn't given to those who never ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ญ but is ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฑ to those who learn how to ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ from the ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ฌ.โ
หโโน ยท โโโโ โน ๐ธ๐๐๐๐ โบ ยท ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐.
๊ฐแ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ เป๊ฑ
I'm preparing a new solo and this time I want to explore this concept: memories regarding a specific part of Mello's life partially 'rewritten', explaining his passion for urbex VS the reality of facts, solid proofs of the events that occurred
"Photos?"
There's an explicit hesitation in his tone; he is and will always be unfamiliar to the concept of capturing a moment through photos, leaving a physical trace of an event meant to be remembered.
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"Are you done?!"
Rage, for a guy like Mello, remains dormant only for a short amount of time; during moments like this, even the fear of damaging his bond with Matt is not enough to let it take control of his language.
"We're safe. We're going back to the hideout.
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โ "Pfft. Of course, I'm the one who guided you here anyways."
There's no need for Mello to see Matt's expression: he can sense the shame in his tone; he won't add anything else, except for a deep exhale containing a veiled chuckle.
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"Bro is really quacking like a stoned hen. Every person has an inner kinky freak, there's nothing wrong with that."
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i'm also adding mello to my burn book. he keeps insulting me.







