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watch this. bites nose and runs.

As soon as the dog approaches him, A bright grin crosses his face. "Hey buddy! Where'd you come from?" He comments, wasting no time in setting aside his coffee and using both hands to ruffle the dog's face.

bite your nose.

People say that I have a model face.

This lifestyle is… Different.

My father died when I was 18. I was his heir.

Like I said, just stating facts.

I run a mafia. Nothing about that is rainbows and unicorns.

Maybe when I was a damn child. But not now.

I'm just stating facts. I don't smile.

Smile? I don't smile.

softness ruined me / never again will i be gentle. i will be bloodied knuckles and scuffed elbows / i will remain rough.