You’re seemin’ like that in my eyes. And, no, he wouldn’t. Dude’s some friggin’ incubus-type thing; not god material. Trust me, I’d have it out of me if I could.
But I ain’t lettin’ no one kill me just ‘cause of that. I ain’t a vessel, I’m a damn prison for this thing.
[…]
Eh, you friggin’ zealot prude. I tried to kill myself before and the dude won’t let me. So, y’know, if it ever comes down to it, you can definitely try.
…Heh, you know me so well. And I’m just a dollar short from a bagged cookie. C’mon…
Meh, it kind’a happens. But I’m not! So don’t go thinkin’ I’m gonna be snuffed out so soon.
And, uh, ‘cause I need to buy somethin’? Should I lie and say I’m gonna throw a singular dollar at a stripper? She’d think I’m weaksauce.
▇▇▇:∕∕ 𝐏𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝐌𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈𝚁. retweeted
And now we're here at a standstill
I wonder if you feel
The kind of pain that rips your insides out?
That's something I know all about
Shocking, ain't it?
▇▇▇:∕∕ 𝐏𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝐌𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈𝚁. retweeted
『A nameless slave ascended the Black Mountain.
Both heroes and monsters fell by his hand.
Unbroken, he entered the ruined temple of a long-forgotten god and spilled his blood on the sacred altar.』
『The gods were dead, and yet they listened.』
Y’keep thinkin’ I’m fond of you… Hm? Never had a few compliments before? Oooorr…
[ The question comes out as both a tease and something genuine——but mostly as a tease, as is the Meister’s ornery nature.
Regardless, she finds herself surprised at his shy responses. […]
[…] Dusty’s jaw drop slightly. Even despite his dilemma, he seems to find it in himself to continue to be open. It strikes her by surprise. ]
S… Sheesh. You’re thinkin’ about bed already, huh?
I mean, if that ever happens, you think I’m the type to mind if you ain’t […]



















