“I’unno man that euthanasia roller coaster seems like a pretty baller ass way to go out.” she snorts, setting the bottle down with a dull thud. she’s the favorite she said. nothing bad is gonna happen she said. HA.
“hellspawn whole or otherwise are not gonna get the little pickle that i’m in. or so I keep getting told but for some stupid reason the message just refuses to sink in. be glad you fucking don’t. being a person ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.” more problems than it’s worth its looking like more and more.
“yeah, i tried humanity out once, and decided to give it back.” a roll of his eyes. even he knew people – human or otherwise had their problems. that much was a clear given no matter who they were or even knew.
“decided there was really no in-between. it’s all a fuck ton of crap.” well, that was one way of putting it. not exactly the best, but not exactly the worst either. “even more so when it comes to my family.”
“Immolation is not a fun way to die ky’lar.” clearly that meant no. especially since its punctuated with her taking a solid couple chugs out of the pint bottle. “meant no. if you couldn’t context clue that shit out. not that you care or anything.”
she was right, he didn’t care, but that didn’t stop him from at least attempting to cross that threshold. if meph pulled something with her, it either meant he was unhinged or on a rampage for some reason. either way, he wanted to keep his nose out of it – if only to keep himself in one piece.
“there is no fun way to die,” he said bluntly. “and i didn’t need context. i get it.” he really didn’t, but then again emotions were never something he truly grasped.
“this better be fucking good because I am not in the mood to see or talk to anyone in your fuckin’ gene pool right now.”
“i thought you and meph were living the high life,” not that he would have cared if he knew – he didn’t talk to his grandfather or his father. not if he could truly help it. “or has that changed?”
he says that but shes doesn’t really believe him. the redhead cocks an eyebrow at him. do not challenge her. she will accept and she will be determined to win. “feelings mutual you little punk and I mean I got close enough to get into your grandpas pants. shoving a tiny chair up your ass shouldn’t be that hard. try me. us witches are full of surprises.”
a roll of his eyes, “i’m not my grandfather.” not even close of he was being honest and wouldn’t be. he wanted to be better… on most days, “nor do i wish to be. so, you can try, but do you really want to put all that effort into… that?” or, in short… he just didn’t understand why she wanted to.
Hellfirebound 