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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2016 22:15:34 GMT -5
Mitch was scowling slightly, letting his arrows fly out in a wave. Awww, c'mon Miiitch! His alter ego moaned in his head, while Mitch's scowl deepened and he let his arrows fly even more viciously. With each anger fueled shot, his aim was going off course. Marcelli was irritating him.
"MARCELLI I SAID NO!" Mitch finally yelled out loud, viciously throwing one of his throwing knives at a target. For a moment, the boy snarled as his alter ego tried to snatch control. His eyes flashed bright blue, then a light brown, before they settled on an odd heterochromic color. Awww, is Mitchie throwing a temper tantrum? Marcelli mocked playfully.
Snarling wordlessly, Mitch slammed another throwing knife into the side of the ringed target, his eyes flaring a light brown. Mitch, you know I'm just teasing you. Marcelli's 'voice' was serious for once. Mitch groaned and held his head in his hands. Mar, you're giving me a headache dude. I CAN'T EVEN TRAIN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
..Sorry. Marcelli muttered, and Mitch let out a reluctant sigh. What was he going to do with his bloody alternate personality? Marcelli seemed to always want to come out these days, and Mitch barely found time for himself as it was.
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