Snippet #2463254

Mr. Saiforro watched Darla with curiosity. When she pointed to her hand he assumed that it mean't she wanted something else... and what did performers usually want? Money. The man smiled and reached into his pocket, then pulled out a leather wallet. He opened it and showed her all of the bills inside, "Take as much as you wish to be payed," he told her.

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Isamu continued to glare at Harold. He watched as the man acted in a fake manner towards the innocent guest. Now he was giving her money. It angered Isamu how fake he was. Only a select few people knew how the owner of the mansion truly was. The young man's revenge would come, in time.

Then, Alice broke his gaze, and therefore his attention as well. He blinked a few times then looked at her with a bit of surprise showing in his tired eyes. "Alice!?" He stated in a bit of shock. "I didn't even see you approach... I..."

He would have to get his revenge some other time. Now was not the time. not in front of Alice and all of the other guests. No, he couldn't let the others be affected mentally or physically. They didn't need to see what he so desperately wanted to do to the man on the other side of the room. He also knew that Airi was nearby, and he would never be able to forgive himself if he scarred her mentally, for life.

"I went out in the hall... there was strange wolf wandering around... it just turned out to be Luka, that bleeding girl. She jumped at me then just kind of wandered off. it was really strange. I don't know whats going on with her right now, but she's the least of my concerns." it felt good to Isamu to have somebody to help him calm down. The ice sword in his hand evaporated but the feathers on the back of his neck remained.

"I am just very very angry right now... im at my wits end, really.. I need some professional help or something."