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People were ignorant.
People were stupid.
People thought they were above

People discarded the cycle
People discarded the gods
People discarded the flowers
People discarded themselves

People didn't understand what true beauty was.

--Glad

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He had the bluest of eyes--eyes that stars and fire appeared to be dim to in comparison. He had a lovely smile too.

But he hated them all. He hated everything about himself. He wasn't glad about them. He was angry all of the time, but he didn't show it. He couldn't show it, not in his position. Not when he needed to stay neutral and unnoticed to survive.

He was glad that his foster parents had given him one good thing--the ability to survive. His real parents had given him nothing but grief, and he hadn't even met them--either of them. Both were ICE scientists, smart, cruel, and not in love with each other. He had been planned; he was born and genetically engineered to be great. He should have been glad.

He was on earth, he had run there. Across planets and through battlefields. It had been scary, leaving his home, but he knew that he couldn't stay there any longer. They had begun to notice that he wasn't normal, and that he didn't belong among them. He had caused an accident, one were he had injured one of his best friends that no longer claimed the title. He didn't blame him. He knew his was a freak--so he arrived on Earth.

There had to be someone there that could help him--and if not put him out of his misery. Because Glad didn't want to live anymore. He had enough of that; it was tiring and pointless. Life was hideous and couldn't give him one thing to be glad about.

His gloved fingers visibly shook as they held onto his headphones, holding them close to his ears as the music blasted in the speakers, driving the notes into his brain. He looked like a normal teenager that was skipping school to hang out in the park.

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-- Glad Sanada

[CrimsonMoon]

As he walked, an older man with blinde hair streaked with solver was walking te oppisite direction. He had crows' feet at the corners of his eyes and had this gentle tired look... An aura that said 'you can trust me, i'm a doctor' kinda thing... His gold eyes flicker to the boy from where he was holding a pad in his hand, a small holographic robot of some kind spinning above the screen," Morning," he muses

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His eyes lift up to look into the older mans eyes, "Morning," he replies lowering his hands from the headset. He didn't know him, and no matter what age, Glad knew that trust wasn't something one should give easily. Even if they did have something really... really cool like a robot hologram. He was supposed to not show his interest.

[CrimsonMoon]

The older man seems to chuckle a bit and muses," Shouldnt you be in school?"

[Light]

"My club is on a field trip," He shoves his hands in his pockets and leans backwards.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Oh really?" The older man muses," You're part of the all girls cheerleading club practicing over there?" He chuckles, nodding toward a group of girls on a soccerfield nearby

[Light]

"..." His face scrunches up and he nods his head, "Kinda." He swallows--his pride going down down down. "I... coordinate the music and stuff."

[CrimsonMoon]

The older man chuckles and clicks the screen, the robot hologram disappearing," Speaking of random excuses... I'm looking for an apprentice, and i have the vague feeling that you'd rather be somewhere near safe people then out here in the open," The older man smiles and holds his hand out to shake Glad's," I'm Coenwulf Sevenguard... By the way,"

[Light]

The brunette's eyes narrow suspiciously, "... apprentice for what?" he looks down at his outstretched hand.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I develop Mecha... In fact.. I created Friender, if you know what that is," he smiles and shrugs

[Light]

"Friender..." He tastes the name, his memory skipping around as he thinks back. Yes--he knew what Friender was. What he didn't know is why Coenwulf would bother with him. "...Glad." His hand slips out of his pocket and slowly inches towards his.

[CrimsonMoon]

Coenwulf grasps his hand and shakes it firmly yet gently," Nice to meet you, Glad," he muses

[Light]

Glad's eye twitches slightly, but nonetheless shakes his hand back in a more weak and reluctant grip. "...I still don't trust you." He says in a firm voice, "...even if you are who you say you are."

[CrimsonMoon]

He chuckles and lulla away," Alright, come on then," he motions for the boy to follow," Hungry?"

(I have a plot idea for Game of Thrones if ur ok with that?)

[Light]

He pulls the neon headphones off of his ears and rests them around his neck. He nods his head, "... Kinda." He admits.

(Sure!~ :3)

[CrimsonMoon]

" I was heading to get some sandwichs, come on, i'll pay," Coenwulf chuckles, motioning for the boy to follow

[Light]

He quickly steps forward, "Alright," he readily agrees then--free food. Best negotiator there is in dealing with Glad.

[CrimsonMoon]

-TIME . SKIP-

They sat in the cafe, Coenwulf literally inhaling sandwich after sandwich

[Light]

Glad stuffs one of the sandwiches in his mouth, his cheeks stuffed like a squirrel. His eyes stayed glued to the table, his fingers always seeming to be tapping or grabbing a sandwich.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You hungry?" He teases the boy, licking his lips and grin