#!hayate

Face stiffens in preposterously startling veraciousness. Firstly, he looks suspiciously at it like at front page full of consecutive conundrums, and then back at Hayate. Now he is pondering, very very intensely whether to take a singular drag, " Trying to pull me into your vices? Where's my guarantee I won't die after that? "

Such hearty peal of laughter would spring out from deeps of his throat, '' What did I do to deserve such compliment today? You flatter me way too much, Hayate-san. If I may hop along on a train of blandishment your daily charm must have manifested since the first second of your birth; and then escalate with each bite of flesh. ~ ''

'' Not a bad place to hang out either, the gardens are prone to bloom any day from now on during this time of the month, '' he briefly comments while lung-fully inhaling whiff of fresh spring breeze sailing from across scenic overview and adjusting to more comfortable lean the bench provided him, like a cat basking in sunlight, '' out of all my vices this never turned out to be one. Here ── catch.~ '' Whether it was Hayate's or not was irrelevant for it belonged to cannibal empress now. Geto tossed the pack in the air ( her way ) for her to catch.