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"Don't worry but I hope you like the taste." Hope smiled lightly when the waiter nod writing down then turns to the silver haired boy still deciding on what to eat. "I should get what you getting. The usual, right?" he told the waiter nodding lightly with a smile before taking his leave towards the kitchen. "Um... if it's okay if I try the usual like yours, Zidane?" he asked him setting the menu down pointing to it. Looking at himself in a disgusting awe sighing deeply, he really looks badly messed up handling his arms across the table in revealed. 'Bastards got me bad... my chest still hurts.' feeling his chest but fliches from the pain.
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