
“won’t happen.”

“won’t happen.”

“this is why you shouldn’t pick fights with me, reaper. you’ll always lose.”

he couldn’t resist the roll of his eyes at the question. nor could he hold back the question he posed in return. “don’t know – maybe it’s passed yours.”

“—- i didn’t do anything wrong!”

“do you really want to find out? you might not like it so much.”

“i could also take a long pass, reaper. you know i don’t get involved with anyone. let alone the likes of talon.” a pause. “ at least formally.”

“we could also drag your sorry ass to hell.” was that a threat? sure it was.”don’t concern yourself with the lightbulb.”

“….he is actually.”

there were several excuses as to why, but for now, he was going to settle with a simple one. after-all, he never did manage to make his hair black — not in this vessel at least. “i’m wearing a blonde, does that count?”

as much as he wanted to stay there were dead he couldn’t. no, he wasn’t going to lie to her, but the blood on his hands, and clothing revealed much. far too much to his liking, “unfortunately,” he said, “they will survive.” of course, if he wanted them dead, they would have been, but all the same… he was trying to control himself. “— but that could be changed.”