Though my eyes could see I still was a blindman,
Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man.
I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
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ICanHearThemSay;;MathewLouisJohnson
Well, there finally seemed to be one thing he agreed upon with the equally strange teen. Mood swings will be mood swings.
He glanced at her with steady, ornate eyes as he listened to her words to him, completely unfazed by, what he assumed to be, her way of trying to get him to understand her situation. A situation he didn't care for and he personally believed wasn't all too big, and she didn't need to be so troubled over the matter. Obviously, she had chosen the wrong boy to speak to about parents, since he had been proven, and had even pleaded guilty to the murder of his parents. No trauma, no lies, no illusions. A stab, the stab had been done by him and there was no sort of guilt in his mind. He listened to her words carefully, and she seemed to be disregarding her words, saying she was happy they were gone but she seemed at the same time to be wishing that they were still alive. So that she didn't have to go to the orphanage. "Well if they yell, you obviously shut them up, or staple their lips together until they do," he replied easily, a smile grazing his features despite his words. "Silly girl, why would you have two pairs of parents?" he asked, and was that perchance a slight giggle escaping his lips?
"As if the orphanage is better than this place, at least here you have the option of jumping into a lake whenever you wish," he replied, too innocently as if death was the same as pulling a weed from the ground. At least the other girl, had enough spunk to speak up for herself, he didn't care who was right, whether or not someone was rude didn't seem to interesting either way. "Love to, but with at least a good portion of the cafeteria. I'm willing to behead anyone who won't let me have my fries," he answered smiling sweetly at the girl, before Shoco said something about her Cinderella disguise. "Technically, it's not a disguise. Your doing what you're doing because you aren't willing to say, Hey! Fudge off, leave me alone," he paused, pondering his words before continuing. "Well, I guess it really isn't that different then, except Cinderella got a miracle. Miracle? Tragedy? Who knows, either way, you'll be stuck in her role because there isn't going to be a ball or some fairy tale prince on his way for you, princess."