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“EXCUSE YOU, I AM A HOT FAIRY.”

“I’ll kick a tree’s ass.”

“You should seduce the boat!”

“I killed a man today. In space. On a dragon. With a shovel.”

“Can I have flaming pistols?”

“No, you may not make a human centipede out of your army of 50 children.”

“Can I pay them money not to come near me?”

“I’m pretty sure fish don’t accept money.”

“I don’t know what we need to bleed on.”

“Let’s bleed on everything, just to be safe.”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say we’re not going to solve this problem by bleeding on it.”

“Your ass is not a weapon you are proficient with.”

“That is the only dwarf ass I’m going to draw for you today.”

“Oh shit, I forgot the princess.”

“Did you just pull a gun out of your hair?”

“Who just carries spiders around in their pockets?!”

“He fought like he lived… Full of spears.”

“Ok, so there’s a lot of teeth in this water.”

“I’m not sure how to split a throne evenly. We all have a sitting schedule?”

“How many noses are going into this chicken?”

“We just turned a ritualistic orphan sacrifice chamber into a nightclub.”

“You started a cult!?”

“We need to give this guy a proper burial. After we loot his body. And take his teeth.”

“Yeah, he’s a ghost now. But I can punch ghosts, so it’s fine.”

“Have you ever seen a dragon choke on one hundred and thirty five orphans? Because you’re about to.”

“I can be responsible for my own severed leg, thank you.”

“Look, if I’m going to be a part of this Badger Cult, I expect career options!”

“I can’t believe you just pre-battle blazed it.”

“You lose the moral high ground after the second murder.”

 “I am literally dying for your sins right now! Do not fuck this up for me!”

“Summon the monkeys! They will be relevant!”

“What happens if you die in Hell?” “Double Hell.”

“Long term goal: we put your corpse on the airship.”

“Does it still count as ‘evil’ if I feel really bad about it?”

“Everyone is ambidextrous until proven otherwise.”

“You blew up the sun!”

“Hold my record player, I’m going in.”

“I have never tried to stab you in a combat situation!”

“Want to use my knife? It’s only been used for our own ritual blood-letting.”

A certain somebody has claimed Kou’s sofa as her own,  honestly it should be shameful how often she found herself at his apartment but they lived so close together and she deeply enjoyed his company. “Kou~!” She whined, “Why is your couch softer than mine? this is an outrage.”

“Who knows? Maybe I'm better at picking out couches than you?" A chuckle left him as he cut the apples. It's been a habit since forever to cut them into rabbit apples, and he's never once been able to break out of it.

Stepping in, he found a familiar face glancing at him, rather lost. A grin of mockery spread over his features as he instantly recognised the other. 

Walking over to him, he placed a hand down the table he was seated in. 

Confusion entered his features, painfully showing how puzzled he was when he squinted eyes at the male. It was in the tip of his tongue, though wasn't able to bring it forth. The nickname given didn't even make sense in his mind. He was lost. 

“Yeah, yeah, no need to rub it in,” she said and got a plate for the pastries so they would be easier to reach for and she got two glasses and got a bottle of juice out of the fridge.

“Haha. Don't worry, you look cute." He replies, laying down onto the couch. If he hadn't been coming over once or twice for years now, he might've offered to help. But the sad truth was that he was in her house more frequently than a mother with 5 kids went grocery shopping. This was basically like his second home by now.