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MiNaGi
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"Hmm... well... I think it's my house.. I'm not sure. I haven't been there for a while." When he said "his house" he could actually be talking about two mansions; one in France, and one here where he was living. The one in the drawing was the mansion in France that had burnt to the ground when he was only a child. It mostly sneaked into his sketchbook when he was preoccupied with thoughts. As if the house was trying to tell him something, something that he had forced himself to forget. "See... it burnt down many years ago, when I was just a kid. My parents died in the commotion and I luckily escaped with my life. I got some nasty burns but all there's left now are the scars from the experience." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Right now I'm living with my family's butler. She's helped me through a lot. She's like a sister to me.." He looked down at the drawing and dared himself to smile. "That was a bit of a long explanation. Anyways, I'm just assuming it's my house in France. I can't remember how it looks, honestly."