07-23-2010, 05:09 AM
Termad shifted in his seat, reclining his feet up on the table. "Hm...well, for now, I'm unemployed. My parents are dead. I was adopted by a rich couple who couldn't, and still can't, have any children. They spoil me rotten. I do want to get into the fashion field, since I love clothing so much..."
He cut it off there. All of that was true, after all. He'd just left out a few minor details about his personal life and an infamous skill he had...
...which was working with top-grade explosives.
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