"Kenneth?" Called a girl with golden hair and brown eyes, she had black, thick eye liner, a black hoodie and turquoise skinnies with black converse, she was Phoenix Solemnia.
Kenneth turned around with a proud smirk.
"Why the fuck did you call us out here?" Growled a tall guy with ink black hair and golden eyes, he had a strong build, intimidating. He was dressed all in black, except for the dark shirt under his black hoodie. "Don't waste our time Kenneth." The guy warned. His name was Ian Bartoli. "I can't even lit a cigarette here, my ligther burns out because of the wind."
Even if Kenneth was his friend, Ian had no time for kids' play, he had more important things to do than to go with Kenneth's games.
Kenneth just ignored them, just looked ahead to the silhouettes of two people in the distance. Ian had a way sharper vision than anyone else here, he could easily make out that those two were Trevor and Mike. A Cheshire grin find its way to his face showing his sharp canines.
"Let's just play around, shall we?" Ian took the lead to the two dark figures, Phoenix caught up to him in a second and grabbed his hand.
"Don't do anything stupid, okay?" She asked with a smirk.
"Of course not, my dear," he answered and kissed her cheek.
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