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A soft echo reverberated as Vyvian landed softly on the Cribellum's entranceway, before the louder click of him putting his knee high leather boots back on. The silence and peace of the library was shattered with the red blotch of Vyvian's hooded jacket, along with his half mangled face, a slightly darker shade of crimson for the scarred tissue. He paced softly back to the main desk, and quietly placed a large pile of books, even though officially he had only taken one.
"I'm here for books on pain" he muttered to the assistant, eyes dull with lust for... something? There was some crimson stains of some sort on his sleeves, but that could be bruka... couldn't it?
"I'm here for books on pain" he muttered to the assistant, eyes dull with lust for... something? There was some crimson stains of some sort on his sleeves, but that could be bruka... couldn't it?
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