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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/19/2016 7:48:50 PM
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The glare of anger that had allowed the figure's cyan eyes to look to the skies was soon returned to the ground as the screaming subsided, and the cowboy looked to the elderly man that had chosen to speak with him from the comfort of a seat. Though he appeared to be at the least middle aged, so the cowboy was willing to overlook what he believed to be laziness and pass it off as a sign of bones weakening.
"Anger."
English
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Hm... [b]The man's grey eyes stare out towards the sky, either be it a sixth sense, or common knowledge, due to your direction of screaming. His back hunched over, causing creases in the coat as he stood. He began his walk over with a slight limp, eventually reaching a short distance of three meters away from the man. Silently, his gaze looked out over the horizon... Until he spoke up once again.[/b] Perhaps, but... That's something you can turn around. Be it into joy... [b]He paused again, to drop the lighted stick, grinding it under his foot with a "bleh."[/b] Or unparalleled rage.
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"Probably the rage, I'm pissed as fûck." The cowboy didn't lie, this was the second most pissed he's ever been in all forty years of his life, the first being the time his daughter took a bullet at the hands of a cat.
