it was the middle of the year, V.I.L.E. had recruited you at the start of the year and you were finally in training.

not a lot of people knew (or cared) about you existance though, exept mimebomb, since you could be considered his.. only friend, surprisingly, since you were much more chatty than he'd ever be, considering he was a mime • • • •

you had called him out the window of his dorm and met him near the coast of the island, under the dock and he had finally arrived, head tilted in confusion, his face was able to be seen now, since he sleeped in his makeup and smudged it all. he sat beside you, waiting.