"the missions lately are getting out of hand," she observes, bringing the cigarette to her lips.
"happy new year."
It's hard to think clearly, you live inside my head
only the higher ups knew about that part of her past. she was satisfied, for the most part, to lie about her past to others.
[His arms remain crossed. Leaning against the wall.]
[His arms remain crossed. Leaning against the wall.]
"maybe to you . . . underestimating people is never a good idea."
Ridiculous. They’re just weak.
[His arms remain crossed. Leaning against the wall.]
Ridiculous. They’re just weak.
". . . i see. i suppose you're a hater for the love of the game."
SHE'S KIDDING. . . .
Ridiculous. They’re just weak.
she doesn't sound defensive. she sounds blunt, her tone the same as always.
due to his anxiety she wanted to help. douchebag wanted to help shadow in any way possible.
He sat up. Sighing afterwards.
❝I’m sorry. But they’ve been on my mind for quite some time.❞
His eyes narrow. With suspicion.
❝I wager some of the Black Arms survived.❞
douchebag sat up and held both his hands in hers.
He glances up at her. Placing his legs over each other.
His eyes narrow. With suspicion.
❝I wager some of the Black Arms survived.❞