(Lol, see what I did there?
Private thread.)
"Partners? Partners? Doesn't Mister Eraqus know we don't like each other? Can you get more cliche?" Ventus, a blonde teen, grumbled. He walked down the sidewalk, to his partner's, and enemy's, house. Sipping on a soda the blonde ran a hand through his unnaturally spiky hair. His bright blue eyes squinted in the harsh sunlight. Digging a hand into his tan jean's pockets he withdrew sunglasses and put them on. It helped and he sipped the soda again. His backpack over his checkered shirt covered shoulder he was (sort of) ready to do this project with Vanitas.
They had never really gotten along. Almost like two of the same sides of a magnet. It didn't matter, they just never got along.