Waving Through A Window // Open, Joining

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[glow=#000,1,400]WHO'S WEAPON IS HIS WORD, HE WILL KILL YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, O LEI, O LAI, O LORD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]"be nice, brother." poet felt like he said that phrase a lot. moving to stand beside his big brother (both in height and age), he offered the stranger a smile, dipping his head. "dont mind him. he’s always looked for a fight and.. ny the looks of it, you’d be able to give him a good challenge." he chuckled out, shaking his head as he gently bumped his brother’s shoulder. "im poetking. everyone calls me poet."