Soulweaver. ジナイパ

      “ Motherfucker... 

He’d look around a bit before looking at Alba, his one eye simulating a cocked brow. “Wait– Really?…”

     “ I don’t know, really, Grey? “

“I try, I mean shit, maybe slap a ring on me one of these days if you just can’t let anyone else have me.”

SLAMS INTO HIM LIKE A BUS BEGINS VIOLENTLY STABBING

    Blood goes everywhere, the Spirit Thief has been slain, the scourge of the nau ja’mas, stealer of souls. A children’s tale comes to its end.

      Except it doesn’t, he’s standing right behind the construct. It was an illusion?

      “ GOOD JOB EDDIE!

      YOU DID IT!!!! 

“Do I really cook that well, Alba? Or do I just treat you that well? Cause we seem rather magnetized, huh?” 

       “ All of the above.

“What’re you gonna propose to me?”

    “ Yeah. “

      “ WARM WELCOME I SEE! “

Grey vc : Alba, c'mon what does a randomly generated number know about how attractive someone is anyways?

       “ You’re right.

Grey vc : You're at least an 80, personally.

      “ Yeah, sure. It’s not like I care. “

“There’s an easier way of doing that. And it’s to tell them shit ain’t gonna work out that way, Bud. And you don’t lose someone in the process.”

        “ I know.