borderline happy, borderline sad / open

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]He had been spending most of his morning in his training room in his cabin. He was training himself to property balance on three legs and maybe later on, he could spar with somebody to see how well he could defend himself without his quirk. Without his quirk, he felt useless. As if he couldn't do anything to help anyone.

He had made himself a cup of hot chocolate, before sitting in front of his place, staring at the hot chocolate, frowning.

  Cry raised a brow, smirking from where she watched the kid sip his chocolate. The hell did that cup do to you? You look like your contemplating its death. She chuckled, opening her wings and gliding down to stand infront of him. Boo! It was the scary bird everyone hated! Run! Run with fear! ... meh. Cry was sick of being the hated one. she was quite loveable, actually. She was just a jerk. She huffed, ruffling her feathers. You have something on your mind, kid. Spill. Was she a hypocrite? Yeah.

"SPEECH"

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