血雨探花 ; •*. 🥀

Amusement twinkles in his eyes.

“Does the exception have a name?”

Takes a step closer, to stand but a mere breath away.

“How much is nearby?”

Go on…

I do wonder. Judging by your words, such exceptions are rare, not to say nonexistent.

Arms folded over his chest, he watches, and waits.

None of you are innocent.

First thing I see as soon as I show up . . .

..Well, then.

It’s annoyingly persistent. Like vermin.

Fancy being turned into stew again, mh?

Oh, hell.

He narrows his eyes, still standing there, unmoving. “I wasn’t necessarily supposing so, Blackwater. But for all that talk about your story, we both you can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, either.” He exhales slowly, seemingly to slow down.
“Then why not stay around for said person.”

He takes a step closer, grave gaze boring through him.

“It means wondering whether something finally happened.” Whether accidentally, or… well. “It means dreading to do a single visit because of what I might find.” Not that they are the type to do visits. But he would, to check on him.

“Hmm, good question.” His lips curve up into a sneer. “Something tells me you’re not a difficult man to please.” With all the assumptions that lie underneath.

Alright then, let’s give your weak heart a break. How about a simple walk among mortals? The cities are bustling right now.

He watches him, oddly calm.

“Do they know how questionable your tastes can be up there?”

Not that other heavenly officials are saints. He knows of those who come to Ghost City, after all.

He snorts.

“Perhaps we should make a trip to Ghost City. See how boring everything is over there.”

Why don’t you find out?

A little touchy, are we? And on such a fine day…

I wasn’t. It is only funny to hear what you label as exhausting, given your associates.

“Funny. I find the hypocrisy of heavenly officials a lot more exhausting.”

Yes.

Regardless of the details; yes.

“The one who’s going to sell his limbs to Ghost City, that’s what.”

Arms folded over his chest, his warning glare bores through the other.

He’s growing increasingly murderous as time goes by.

Understandable, since I’m not for the weakhearted.

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/ LISTEN I LOVE HIM LET ME LOVE ON HIM

“No.” He answers sternly, leaving no room to even humour the idea.

“That’s not remotely what it means when you’re gone.”

Pretty sure that’s assault.