༺ 𝐇 𝐀 𝐔 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐃 ༻

ㅤ ☾ “𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓” ☾ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏᴄ — ɴꜱꜰᴡ — ᴍᴅɴɪ —

Pity— he’s all alone.

Brat.

He doesn’t dodge it. He lets the water bottle bounce off the top of his head. A brow lifts. The sound of the plastic hitting his head was almost comical.

“Don’t I always?”

It's their love language I guess-- aggressive.

He's lucky his feelings aren't easy hurt.

His other arm ain't broke...

Don't break your arm, it's no fun. This hunter should think about retiring.

Hm—

xn--angel-9u3b759c1o8w.xn--6… I am over here~

He tugs on his jacket and shrugs his shoulders, "I like the dust on my bones, but alright-- I can humor this." He is nudging the younger with his elbow and snatching up his keys, "Alright, lead the way?"

He groans softly and lets himself be moved toward the door. His feet are jammed in his boots and he pouts, "Why on earth are we going to a bar, Beau?"

He makes a face, "Going out?" He's clearly not entertained by the idea, "Where?"

“I know you are but what am I?” He teases with a deadpan ‘dad-like’ joke.

Flips him off~

“Oh I would love to see you try, sweet cheeks.”

“Look at you— I’m so proud. That and I see you’ve been practicing your trigger discipline. Good job.”