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{вяι∂ɢєя}
when your c a n d l e 's snuffed out
I'll burn b r i g h t e r [than before]
"...nineteen." The answer was hesitant, but no less truthful; he was the youngest instructor at Madame Delacroix's Fencing Academy, but this wasn't what had him pausing. His age never bothered his other students, and it seemed Makoto had already accepted the fact that he was going to be educated by a younger man. That wasn't the cause of Bridger's hesitance. He could only imagine why he was being asked. It was pretty obvious that Makoto was interested in something- and hey, didn't his concern over Bridger's age kind of disprove his whole "my-new-student-is-a-serial-killer" theory? Really, why would a serial killer care for the legality of his victim's age?
Oh, wait. Bridger did, didn't he?
Right. Never mind.
Bridger cracked his back and offered Makoto one small smile.
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