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Cale had bad feeling of today. It was that nagging feeling that something annoying will happen but he brushed it off, he will drink his wine and sell his act.
His mother's death anniversary is nearing soon. He missed her dearly he wish she didn't leave why didn't she take him with her?
He have been saving money in case he was thrown out of the family, after all no one will want a trash in their family(no they want him, please talk to us). He's the odd and the stain after all, he won't be surprised if they hated him(we don't hate you, we would rather die then thrown you out).
He was in his frequent bar. Like usual everyone became quiet and trembled a bit after all the trash of count's family is here. He glared at the owner and said with his usual sneer:"the usual".
The owner run like his life depended on it praying that the lout won't destroy his place's furniture again , but a man Can dream.
Tembling he brought their finest wine to his usual table.. Poeple surely quiet down in his presence.
Lately some things changed a bit. No matter how he acted his siblings didn't avoid him. His cute brother and sister looked at him which such a piercing looks and approached him over and over and stayed. He didn't have the the heart to threaten them with the usual throwing bottle act...But they stayed smiling and so devoted, sometimes he felt likes it's a dream of sort or a nightmare.... Not only them that orange butler was watching him and tailing him, probably his father which making him angry. He didn't need a babysitter! But that creepy bulter sure is looking at him with such a happiness as it was unnatural to a point... Yeah cale avoided him after he insulted, thrown a bottle well near him well he wouldn't hurt poeple... He still smiled like some creepy bastard.
While he's in his thoughts suddenly a blue like screen appeared floating.