“Everyone has a name, and I clearly don’t care about yours.” A careless shrug, lopsided and graceless. “And probably not. But I’m curious, kid.”
“Does anyone these days?” He asked with a slight scoff, “You call yourself curious, but is it more to see what you can get out of this or, is it more you want to know what I want?” Either way, it didn’t matter to him, but he was still willing to be difficult for the sake of being difficult.
His lips pursed into a thin-line as he leaned his head back against a wall, “I need something snatched away from a hunter. Something, that was taken a few years ago. They might not even have it on their person anymore, but they should know where it is.”
“Up to par for what you need.” He repeats. “Meaning, what, little Hellian?”
“Meaning, I have a name, an’ I don’t think you’d be willing to do what I ask.”
“Funny.” He rolls his eyes, lips curling unpleasantly. “Can I help you with something, kid, or are we just gunna play games all night?”
“Well, for one, you should get that itching problem checked out, but ‘sides that? I could play games for a few hours —- easier to know someone that way. ‘Specially when you’re not quite sure their up to par for what you need.”.”
“That your existence makes my grace itch.”
❝ Just your grace itch? ❞ The Demon couldn’t help, but let out a slight chuckle, ❝ You should probably get a cream for that.❞
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