@shadowknight666: Nodded as an approval. "Well, this little chit chat has been good, great seeing you finally." Smiling he stood up and gave him a nod once again before heading out the door into the dark street.
@shadowknight666: With a nervous look he knew what brothel was and burst out laughing. "You know what, I thought it was alcohol. Now that I regained the memory of what it is, I pass." Giving him a wink.
@shadowknight666: Number Seven raised an eyebrow. "Were indoors." With a chuckle he took a sip of his water which he had forgotten that was disgusting and spit it out. "Do you mean why I'm not myself? Because that question is still unanswered."
@shadowknight666: "Yourself?" That question was stuck in Number Seven's head as he turned his head on the mirror in-front of him, the color of his eyes were fading away, for some weird reason, his skin pale and his memory wasn't fresh, always blacked-out and woken up in a smelly warehouse, blood on his clothes and face. "I've been doing good actually." He said scratching the back of his head.
@shadowknight666: With a little nod he greeted his friend. "It has, hasn't it?" Taking a sip of the water that was not as cold as he hoped it to be, with a grunt and a sigh he placed the glass of disgusting water on the wooden counter and turned to Cain. "So how's Cain doing?"
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