Ha. [A tip of his head, voice but a rough whisper rather than his usual bark of a laugh, as he considers that. He's used that so many times in his life to his own advantage, even getting impaled over and over.
The last time he did it - suddenly speaking with his own broadsword through his chest - had been hilarious, though. The look on the kid's face had been priceless, and he would've taken the opportunity to laugh if he hadn't been too intensely focused on the thought that he could have found someone very similar to him.]
It has its perks. [As well as its cons - a life of distance behind the façade of flare. Danger-filled living and treating himself but as a weapon - one of the few blockades to a demonic invasion.
There's a napkin on the coffee table that has absorbed a bit of whiskey, but he'll lean in, forward and to the side, to take it, bring it up to wrap it around her hand and dab the red off their skin. It'll make both their hands stink of alcohol, but better than them smelling like blood in his books.
Except he's using that as both an excuse to keep her hand in his, casual as it may seem, and another reason to keep his mind occupied. Her voice sounds like a fire in his ears and he's doing his best to douse it.]
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The last time he did it - suddenly speaking with his own broadsword through his chest - had been hilarious, though. The look on the kid's face had been priceless, and he would've taken the opportunity to laugh if he hadn't been too intensely focused on the thought that he could have found someone very similar to him.]
It has its perks. [As well as its cons - a life of distance behind the façade of flare. Danger-filled living and treating himself but as a weapon - one of the few blockades to a demonic invasion.
There's a napkin on the coffee table that has absorbed a bit of whiskey, but he'll lean in, forward and to the side, to take it, bring it up to wrap it around her hand and dab the red off their skin. It'll make both their hands stink of alcohol, but better than them smelling like blood in his books.
Except he's using that as both an excuse to keep her hand in his, casual as it may seem, and another reason to keep his mind occupied. Her voice sounds like a fire in his ears and he's doing his best to douse it.]