[ this city is definitely different at night. there's always that feeling of being watched, but it's different compared to the prying eyes of the city roland's lived in, and he's not sure if he preferred this one of that one. it's one of those nights where roland hits up another restaurant to sample their wares - this time another seafood place whose food tastes... so and so, but serviceable. and since this place has a rooftop, then he may as well check it out.
it's that pale boy again. roland can only cast him a flat look as he walks over to tsurumaru, the chilly night air combing through his hair. ]
What's real?
[ great, more cryptic talk. angela would've hated this guy. ]
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it's that pale boy again. roland can only cast him a flat look as he walks over to tsurumaru, the chilly night air combing through his hair. ]
What's real?
[ great, more cryptic talk. angela would've hated this guy. ]