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[He rips off the chunk he bit with his teeth. Blood dripping down his metallic jaw.] "..Dont think this means i trust you, lady. Still dont know who you are. Plus, dont know why you would give me that in the first place."
β ( patting his head, very nice. ) β
no home anymore. nowhere to return. my house is a ruin, a cemetary.
"Would you now?"
α α "I'd know of you." α α α
"Definitely. But what makes you so sure?"
α α "Well . . i'm sure our jobs are completely* different." α α α
"Yeah, can relate. My co-workers give me a fucking headache sometimes."
α α ". . nothing special. just dealing with fucking idiots all day." α α α
"Tell me about it." [Is talking to a Random person dangerous? Probably. Does he care? Nope.]
α α Long night. α α α
[Burning one of the wanted posters with him on it with a lighter. He's bored.]
"Right.. Also, dont call me 'good boy' again. It's kinda weird." π§
β well.. i ate everythin else. itβs nice to share, ya seemed hungry. ( she shrugged her shoulders . ) β
"...Hank. Now, the second question. Why give me that? There must be a reason, right?" [He's making it very clear that he doesnt trust her. He almost acts paranoid, because of the violent enviorment he's used to. Kindness is almost weird. He's not used to it.]
β kitty. how about ya? ( she looked at him and tilted her head. ) β
[What the hell did he get himself into..] "I'm not a kid. Or a dog. Answer the question, lady. Who are you?"
β good little thing! good boy! ( she ainβt listening, smiling and taking his plate to wash. ) β
[Picking it up with his hand. Lowering his mask, revealing the metal that replaces his jaw. Chomp.]
β placing a plate in front of the reader, a fresh heart. just for them. π« β
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"That could be arranged. Not sure if it's the right thing to ask for, though."
β god , kill me now . β