[i]After a moment of thinking, Paint finally answers.[/i] "What I'm doing here's none of your business. Why I ran away, well, I was tired and wanted sleep. Why I tried to kill the cub, again, is none of your business." [i]She draws the cloak over her head once more, pulling up her mask, so only her eyes and forehead were seen. Grabbing the white orb from her left pocket, the garage door reappeared, opening up. Walking inside, she revved the motorcycle, which was now completely jet black, and had somehow appeared back inside the garage. Paint drove out slowly, and when she left the garage it closed and disappeared.[/i] "If that's all, I'll be off." [i]She said, a distant look in her dark gray eyes.[/i]
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