
that was always the question wasn’t it? how would someone define misbehaving. sometimes, it was burning down buildings, or even a whole country side
“usually murder. just depends on the day. ”
not exactly the day, but rather his mood. he was prone to violence; it was the only action that cured that little itch under his skin – that little insatiable need that never could fully be scratched. fighting or murder. it didn’t matter to him, but one usually lead to the other. there was no in between. well, not with him at least.
“what is yours?”