And now you have a slightly purring demon. You won’t get rid of him now.
It was a great question, but one he wasn’t about to answer. Not directly at least. Pinning the Spider to the wall was easy, but keeping him there? That was something else entirely. “Let’s just say… it is a bad idea, but i’ll make the most of it. Unless, you’d rather be doing something else.”
he just stares for a few moments in silence. he honestly didn’t know how to react. nor was he able to process it completely. thus, he stuttered for a few moments before finally getting the words out. “w-w-what was that for?”
“Plain cheese please, anything else messes with my stomach, and of course. It’ll have to be at the first of the month though because I’m running pretty much on empty right now cash wise.”
“I don’t mean cas-” he cuts himself off with a sigh. “Never mind. I’ll get your pizza and make sure it as lots of cheese.” At least then he’d have done his good deed for the year.
“Pizza please. I don’t like blood or human flesh.”
“Fine, but you’ll owe me, and i’ll try to get the largest size they have.”
it was always the same questions when he got caught. what did he do? what was he? and the most important one was just why. truth be told, the old song, and dance got boring. he would give vague answers, usually cause more damage, and then somehow manage to get away ( though not-with out causing much more collateral damage than needed ).
the reason was due to that unnecessary itch that always was under his skin. sometimes, drinking could get it under control, but most of the time it involved stating it ( usually by killing or torture ) . thus, ky had found a few low-lives ( people who wouldn’t be really missed ). sure, they had families – possibly had people who cared for them -, but they would suffice for his amusement.
the only problem was he wasn’t expecting anyone else to show up. least of all so soon. luckily for them – they would survive ( if just barely ). it was an improvement at least, but at least ky was learning to have standards when things got too bad ( even if his moral compass was a roulette wheel that only had one good marker on it ).
“does it matter?” he finally asked, hands slipping into his back pockets as if this was a a-kin normal conversation for him ( and it was in his mind ). “i practically grazed them.” though, ky doubted anyone would call what he put the two guys through simply a graze. then again, he didn’t care that much either about his actions ( at least for the moment ). “— they’ll live.”
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