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CONTRAT DE NOT'RP !

- Langue : anglais
- Autre : l'adolescence c'est moche, mais encore plus si t'es Ryot

Some people are born with a guardian angel watching over them. No matter where they are and in what situation, they know they'll end up back on their feet with only added experience as a testament of their long and adventurous journey. Those people are legends. They are also definitely not Ryot. Fate was less kind with this young man — if young is what he may be called. When he got out of bed this morning, he was quite confident he had been 28 years old just the night before. That's twenty-eight. That's almost thirty. A man by all accounts. Yet the face that was looking back at him in the mirror told a different story. He still looked quite ugly (let's not kid ourselves), but he looked... younger. Younger, yet not renewed. Even at sixteen Ryot had been an awful sight. Whereas other kids his age boasted a peachy skin — except perhaps the few young boys whose chins started to grow fuzzy like kiwis — his was dry and rough. It hurt when he tried to smile. His jaw was not well-adjusted and his back problems had just started to set in. A growth spurt, his adoptive mother had told him. A bad night's rest, his adoptive father had said. His adoptive brother's theory had sounded far more logical : Ryot was an old man born into a youngster's body. Possession ! he had yelled one morning, confusing the young teenager. You are possessed by some wise old man ! Alas, Ryot was not wise, nor would he ever be. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. This morning's mystery had yet to be solved : why oh why was Ryot sixteen again ?

You.... smoke ? He seemed sorta young. (Then again, so did he. That was still pretty confusing to him, by the way.) Ryot shrugged it off. It was none of his business anyway. Some kids shoot guns and some kids gamble. Why couldn't some kids smoke ?

Ah. Yeah, that detail had totally gotten out of his mind. But like previously said, some kids were doing a lot worse than just smoking, so it wasn't that weird. There were weirder things. Like, a shitload, and neither of them seemed to bat an eyelid regarding those. Yeah. Bad habit. Now, he hadn't really answer his question but as Evans wasn't gonna ask a second time, he just started walking - Ryot was free to follow him if he so wished.

Bad habit, sure, but he wasn't judging. However strangely, he did however follow him. To the depths of the abyss, as they would say. Or just to the store ? Where were they going again ? He'll figure it out as they go. Where are your parents ? Ryot dared to ask.

Oh. He spOKE. Granted, that was a weird question considering they were both ad-- oh wait no. That was the whole point of this story; they WEREN'T adults. Well, not physically anyway. Which is why it made him confused for a second, trying to figure out what to say. I'm not sure. I haven't seen my father in years. And I don't remember my mother. What about yours ? Again, very cheerful topic they had.

Not sure. It's funny how much they had in common. I think m'momma must still be back on Celur. Prolly. M'dad travels around. I think. Prolly. Might as well be dead. It had been over 10 years since he had seen his father. 20 for his momma.

Jesus lord give those poor little boys a break. Or a hug, at the very least. So you've been on your own for how long? They're gonna be bonding over how tragically hopeless their life has been so far, aren't they.

M'not alone. Well, technically he was. Although, no, technically he wasn't. There was his snake. And... let's see... who else. His neighbors. They're people. There's a lot of people where he lives. There's an entire city around the corner. Do they count? He knew what the-smoking-teenager meant though. I left the family I stayed with um... like 10 years ago maybe?

10 years ago ? Like... when you were 5 ? Cause he was about 15, wasn't he ? Maybe a bit less, definitely not more. He couldn't possibly be in the same situation as him ; it was so surreal the thought hadn't even crossed his mind.