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Draken and Takemichi stood at the computer, then they slowly looked at each other and then looked back at it. ‘Password’ Was on the screen. Takemichi had asked the old man in the brothel what the password was, only getting a “Figure it out yourselves” as an answer.
“Dude,” Draken said. “What if one of our names is the password?” Takemichi pondered.
That would make a lot of sense. “Let’s each type our names” The Blackett sneered. “The favorite child would be the password obviously” The boy then typed out his name.
T-A-K-E-M-I-C-H-I
/Incorrect/
Takemichi paused, in shock and hurt. Draken then started laughing, mumbling about how the younger boy was the least favorite and that no one loved him.
“Hurry up so we can get this over with jerk!” He yelled hitting Draken in the process. “Sure bro” Draken snorted and began to type his name also.
D-R-A-K-E-N
/Incorrect/
Takemichi laughed and pointed at Drakens' misery. “HAHAHA ALL THAT SMACK YOU WERE TALKING AND YOU WEREN'T THE FAVORITE EITHER!! GHAGh!-” Draken knocked him upside the head. “Shut Up idiot let me try something,” He said walking back over to the computer. “What if it's both of our names?”
K-E-N-&-M-I-C-H-I
/Correct/
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“Oh”