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[sub]Center road, The Golden Quarter, Priestella[/sub][/center]

At the big black man's mention of people getting killed even when they did seek permits, Yuuki's hand reached out to press against his chest once more, feeling that familiar chill up his spine. Working at a clinic wouldn't be all that bad, and he had some amount of experience with cleaning as well. Heck, worst comes to worst, he could pawn the stuff in his backpack off for capital, and then see if he could straight up bribe his way into getting citizenship. There were many other ways to delay, and that 'Mono' person was out for blood too, the ever-present scepter of an icy death.

But the value of a permit outweighed the dangers involved, and hadn't he already resolved himself to it? To dying, instead of running and living a life in fear of being frozen inside out by a man who killed with words. So he breathed out, took another sip of his tea, and smiled.

[b]"I'm pretty consistent,"[/b] Yuuki laughed, lying through his teeth, [b]"And it'd be pretty sad if I changed my mind at this point. Let's go then, Miss Pacifica."[/b]
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