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Post by Luft Taskelt on Jan 22, 2011 7:24:55 GMT -5
Sitting on a bench a bit away, a figure in a light blue-and-black ensemble hummed, one hand holding onto the headphones he wore, the other hidden in the pocket of the hooded sweater he wore underneath the black jacket. Staring with an amused air at the teens a bit further away, he couldn't help the small smile on his face as he observed them and their interactions.
Ah, he remembered when he used to be like them. Young and oblivious, free to be as careless as they wanted without much dire consequences. Unless you counted being targeted by a vampire; especially if said vampire was a pureblood and/or had a group with them. Specifically, a group of ten or so followers.
Frowning a bit at a certain memory, he let out a small sigh that seemed to be between contentment and exasperation, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn, almost tempted to borrow a skateboard from one of the skaters and show them how it was really done. Almost.
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