𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙿𝙾𝚃

IF HIS FEELINGS WEREN’T BURIED under a thick layer of carelessness, he was certain that he would have been offended.   ❝   BUSINESS BEFORE PLEASURE, HUH ? THIS’LL BE FUN.   ❞   SARCASTICALLY SPEAKING. the hazel trail of his eyes abandoned the hacktress and shifted to that of the door. powerful gusts of wind brushed passed his figure during their exceedingly slow opening. leather fabric waved coolly in the wind; a complimenting hand settled raven strands behind the fold of his ear. a strut later, he claimed a seat behind the pilot.   ❝   SINCE WE’RE NOT gonna play on these new leather seats, this calls for a nap.   ❞

❝   I MEAN, does anyone with a face like this look like a demon ? WHAT’S YOUR POINT ?   ❞

❝   WHAT WAS THAT. . ?   ❞   THERE SHE GO. akin to a gullible fool, he fell for the weight of her taunt. there was something about someone as delicate as her talking a big game like that. it was one of the many charming aspects of her personality. she knew fully well that he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, especially one that put the good name of his combat prowess in jeopardy.   ❝   YOU TALK BIG, you know that ? when i’m done with you, they’d be beggin’ to put you on the front lines ! !   ❞  

❝   YOU HYRULE GUYS SURE ARE UNAPPRECIATIVE…   ❞   THE MASS OF LIFELESS CORPSES lodged a wedge between the hunter and warrior. a simple task of exterminating brought about zero compensation. according to the details given to him by his info broker, a series of heinous murders were committed within the ranks of the hyrulian army. the job reeked of demonic involvement. a nonchalant tilt of his frame reclined onto the hilt of his blade.   ❝   I JUST FIXED YOUR LITTLE DEMON PROBLEM and this is the thanks i get ?   ❞  

im finally home after all of these hours of work thank fuck

what was intended to be a spank was in reality a smack from a gigantic hand that sent him flying through several walls.   ❝   THAT WITCH better hope that pizza comes in the next ten minutes…   ❞  

CHARMING. when was the last time he was given an invitation to party ? the glint in the witch’s eye reminded him of his own; a look that held a thrilling promise. he knew as well as anyone that excitement came at the cost of destruction, and in their case, his shop. in dynamic fashion, legs sprung from the seat of his chair and propelled him into the air. a demonic flare erupted from his pistols as multiple shots were fired across the room during a seemingly careless spinning motion. however, several angels were shot down before the leather of his boots reached the floor.   ❝   NOT IN FRONT OF THE COMPANY; THEY’D TELL THE NEIGHBORS.   ❞  

W T F . HE GOT HIS CHANCE. DID YOU SEE THAT? AM I THE ONLY ONE? WHAT WAS THAT THIS MORNING???