' Luck is the child of fate, and fate loves to toy with humanity with a twisted grin gracing her lips. '


█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ GRAY HESITANTLY TURNED his petite body to face the direction in which his master stood. Far too inarticulate to fathom a coherent response to that, juvenile oculars merely widened beneath the furrowing of brows, &&. a parting of boyish lips was left to suffice the ensuing silence.
❝ … Does Ur need a hug? ❞